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Posted by Moon Knight
on 1/23/2009, 6:14 am
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Now Marc Specter endlessly scours the night, searching for evil. His body and very identity shattered from his service to Khonshu, who controls his life...and just may bring about his death.
-Long Island-
The werewolf’s howl shattered the dark night. It paused sniffing the air as it rolled its head back over its shoulder toward where it had come, then its eyes followed the headlights as they cut through the rough dirt road that travelled beside the thick pine trees that it had secreted itself with in. It moved its long claws to the wounds in its chest and began to dig deep with in the wounds.
Soon several silver bullets lay at its feet, yet one remained too close to its heart to be safely removed by its rough claws. The blood did not stop flowing from the wounds which was one of the downsides of wounds inflicted by silver weapons. They do not automatically kill like portrayed in the movies unless they pierce the heart but they do inflict a lot more painful damage.
A snapping twig behind it drew its attention back to its pursuer. These men came prepared. These men were hunters.
The werewolf let a growl roll deep with in its throat as it sensed one drawing near.
*****
“This thing is leaving a blood trail even you could follow Sammy.” Dean Winchester held his cell phone to his ear as he scanned the pine trees with his pistol.
Sam Winchester brought the ’67 Impala to a slow crawl as he scanned the trees with a window mounted spotlight. He had switched to his Bluetooth since he was driving. “I bet you’re really regretting me drive the car now aren’t you Dean?”
“Well with your bum arm and sheer lack of combat techniques I didn’t really have much of a choice now did I Sammy?” Dean froze as the silence was shattered by the awful howl from nearby. “You hear that?”
“Who couldn’t?” Sam pulled up his GPS and looked at the screen. They were nearing a inhabited well to do string of mansions. “We’re coming up on some houses. Did you turn off your location again Dean?”
“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t like big brother watching me?” Dean shook his head but flipped the phone down and quickly reactivated the signal. “Happy now?”
“No but at least I’ll know where to find you when you get lost out there in the woods.” Sam smiled as he hit the accelerator too hard spinning gravel and dirt back onto the Impala.
“Speaking of which when the hell did Long Island turn into the Pine Barrens? I mean I thought this place was--” Dean’s words drifted off as he focused his attention at a large grove of trees to his right.
“Actually we’re in the Long Island Pine Barrens but don’t worry I don’t think the Jersey Devil travels this far north.” Sam chuckled at his little joke but when Dean didn’t answer he rolled the car to a stop. “Dean…?”
The werewolf leapt from the pines toward Dean as he raised his weapon firing off three quick shots before it was atop him. It gnashed its teeth toward his face and pushed him backward onto the ground. None of the shots had hit their target and the werewolf quickly tore the pistol from Dean’s hand.
“Dean!” Sam heard the shots and slammed his foot down on the gas pedal steering the Impala into the trees and between their trunks as the tires tore through the fallen pine needles and the ground beneath them. He drove over a small ridge and much like Bo and Luke would have done took the Impala up and over the small dip below before bringing it down with a bouncy landing.
Before him lay his brother beneath the largest werewolf he had ever seen. It was obviously ready for the killing blow until the headlights hit it and forced it to shield its eyes with one of its claws. Sam tried to correct the Impala’s route of travel but found it was a lot harder to drive on ground covered in pine needles than what he had originally thought. The rear end lost traction and began to swing around, he slammed on the brakes and all he could picture was the car sliding into the werewolf…but unfortunately that would also be over his brother.
Dean slipped his hand down to his waist and soon it held a silver blade which he drove deep into the werewolf’s chest. It released a howl unlike anything Dean had heard before then leapt off of him and back into the pines. He hadn’t even noticed how close the Impala had came to him until he looked up and saw Sam staring down at him. “Hey what do you know little brother can drive.”
Sam stared down at his brother. He quickly raised an eyebrow and smiled. “So now would not be the time to tell you I thought you I lost control of this thing after I pulled the Dukes of Hazard jump?”
Dean pulled himself up and quickly found his pistol. He walked to the driver door and took his place behind the wheel after Sam slid over.
Dean tightened his grip on the steering wheel and looked at his little brother, opening his mouth then closing it as he looked back at the dirt road. “Remind me never to let you drive again. Ever.”
Grant Mansion, Long Island
Deep with in the bowels of the mansion’s hidden basement Marc Spector did not feel like resting.
Marc stood working his staff in a fluid motion as he continued his workout. He knew he was pushing the limits of his recent injury but if he didn’t keep himself in top shape then who knows when the next person he faced would finish the job that Grendel started. As soon as he lunged he felt the stitches tear and knew that he had indeed pushed too far. He made his way to a mat on the floor in the center of his gym and reached down for his shirt easing it down over what he knew was a badly reopened wound.
Marc then sat trying to force himself into a deep meditation. Darkness surrounded him and he liked it that way. He was a creature of the night by choice. His silvery white costume clung to his body as he controlled his breathing trying to hasten his recovery from the wounds he had sustained in his battle with Grendel. His senses were heightened even though his body was failing him. He felt the crash that sounded upstairs even before his ears registered the sound.
Rising from his mediation in one swift motion he felt the stitches tear even further and he clenched his teeth as he made his way to his cowl which hung nearby. He had barely enough time to get in on before he heard the padding of feet behind him.
He spun and for a moment his body relaxed at the sight of his one time enemy but current friend. “You had me going there for a second old friend.”
The growl that escaped the Werewolf by Night's maw instantly caused Moon Knight to stiffen. Jack Russell was not himself that much was obvious. Something had come over him and though he normally could control his actions now he seemed lost in a fit of rage. Not only that he was bigger than before…much bigger.
-TBC-
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