Was her or did his eyes seem to pierce right though her? Chance didn’t approve of the how his stare transfixed her in place giving Eric a sense of knowing more then he should. What did he mean he might be one of the few to believe her and the odds of it? Ha! How often did that ever come up and when it was said and done, they either stare at her like a freak show or silly over paranoid female. Hell even to her the whole psychic thing sounded like something that sci-fi would colorize in a fiction novel.
Chance relaxed, her appearance settled deeper into the stiff back seat and hands folded beneath her thighs. Her skirt pulled out, soothing the creases out against her legs careful not to flash the set of reflecting peers in the mirror. Fingers wiped away the winkles on top as well with maintained nails, Chance found few men that didn’t appreciate a well groomed woman even if she did most the work herself. She watched the scenery blur by, the sharpness lost in the driving motion to the station, her eyes unfocused and distracted.
It hit her, a violent lustful emotion of something else, most acutely not hers, shattered her peace just like the paws though the windshield followed by the familiar sounds of gunfire. Her intuition told Chance to hit the car’s floor and naturally, the woman pulled herself downwards just as Eric followed the padding of his target across the roof. Steely eyes caught the blinding light of the bullet’s exit before shutting it all out, ears heard the sounds of the thin denting metal, and her head was chaotic war of her own fear and another’s pure rage clashed.
“Shit!” Simple, plain and the only thing Chance could get out of her mouth as the chain of events played out, her hands attempted to squeeze out the unwanted.
Her thin frame rammed up against the locked door, the impact rippled though in a wave of sharp pain, no time to brace as the car swerved about. Inches separated her head from going straight though the window, the seat belt absent in the back of the police vehicle as she was nearly knocked senseless. Thankful it was a mere bump compared to headache Chance foresaw in the near future, it didn’t take a fortune teller to see she hit her skull pretty damn well.
More alarm elevated her terror beyond the normal level. Chance fought the urge to tell Jake to calm down when the scent of piss invaded her nostrils, flesh wrinkled in objection and her teeth clenched against the raising nausea. Blood hummed in the woman’s ears, drowning any other sounds as she twisted her delicate face to the man outside, still thinking Chance had hit her head harder then she thought. She blinked, rattling her still tender head catching Eric’s question once he slide into his seat.
“I think so. For now,” Chance raised her eyes, whiplashing them behind them with one feeling still echoing. Whatever it was, pissed off was a mild expression to describe its current mood. Things were escalating and even for her, this was getting weirder by the moment.
An eyebrow lifted at Jake’s honesty and confirmation of the pungent odor’s beginnings. Fingers molded to her temple, gently massaging the pulsating area, anticipate the long night ahead of her. Worse part was: she really was going to be late for work. What else could go wrong? It would be a question she would come to regret as the car’s return to motion pushed her back into the seat, once sight set upon the fleeting grey and black of now normal night.
Chance pulled out of the car, first her tennis shoe skirted upon the edge of the car door frame aiding her way from the seat into a graceful motion. The wolf’s claws left traces of its path, the metal torn from marks of its grip along the spine of the car veering off to the driver’s side and down the rear trunk. Scratches marred the paint, any fur that might have been shot off was lost in the drive to the station, the sight of the mayhem left soured her tongue and Chance swallowed. He pissed it off she remembered that much, Chance’s eyes found Eric, the fear seeped past the mask form the knowledge that the man may have just made his grave. Only for a second until Chance became aware positioned it once more, refusing to let it go again.
A breath eased from her lips, a slight sexy o formed, eyes closed off to the world around her but her legs knew what to do. Muscles glide in step behind him and her arms crossed over in front, Chance followed the police officer looking like a subdue criminal. She wasn’t, the woman knew that but cooperation meant things would hasten so this could be nothing more than a vague memory. A question pierced her mind, tangled her up in a conflict between two numbers: call Gage, lie to him that she had to work over or call her boss, telling him she might be late. She seriously doubted Robert would accept her excuses this time. It made the choice easy but it also made Chance realized another problem; her phone was evidence which meant it might be a bad idea to use it. She held out her cell phone to Eric, annoyance caused her to bit her lip, when Chance suddenly pressed the call button just as the first rang barely had a chance to complete. A picture of her seventeen year old brother dashed in her head.
Her expression turned into a grimace as her voice rang out softly, not bothering to look at the number because she just knew who it was. Chance leaned against wall, her body language screamed of aversion to the conversation,” What Gage?
Cheetos? What the heck for? Right now, no ain’t going to happen because I just arrived at work. Ask William to bring some.
Yes Dr. Oliver, the head shrink, the therapist or whatever you want to call him, he should be arriving there for your appointment shortly.
No, I am not kidding-look Gage I have to go, Now,” Chance became aware of Eric’s presence as she had simple answered her phone without a pause for the consequences. Shit, this is going to problematic, she just knew it,” Look my phone’s going to be off so if you need something, emergency wise just tell William. Also… let him know I may need a ride later. Never mind why, bye!”
Chance knew Gage wasn’t about to talk to her after this, at least for a week or until he needed something. It wasn’t her problem right now but the guilt dug at her, carved a score against her heart like always. Her hand gripped her temple and mentally drained of all energy. She stared with her iron eyes at him; lips pressed tightly forming a thin line as Chance-still looking like she wanted to strangle someone- yet again presented her now turned off cell phone. Once he took the device, Chance would follow him. She didn’t like it but the sooner this was over, the quicker she move onward.
It was all fun, a feast of adrenaline and havoc caused at least until the prick of the bullet took its attention drawing it from the pleasurable high. Confidence was the animal’s fault, over determined to follow a path of violence- currently insolence unmistakable and risky. Dark imagining of the woman being torn from the backseat and the intoxicating scent of her flesh near the sharp nose, stunned by the grip of his teeth into the shoulder as taking in the motions of her fruitless struggles.
It was distracted before being brought back in the least pleasurable way. Lips had curled back in dislike, white daggers shined into the air flashing his fury at the prey’s brazen action. The gun fire was unexpected but the spark from the cop’s hip betrayed the assailant, the same damn man that searched for its presence. Another bullet grazed alongside its side reaching up its back as at the same moment the wolf did a mid twist to avoid it, in such a way to expose the broad side of the shoulder to the bullet's path. Only two of the bullets had found their marks.
Now the large creature limped, his muscle twinge with each step leaving tiny pools of red behind when the speed died. Blood crept into the flaring nostrils, coiled shanks had an aggressive pounce to it as enflamed shoulder flowed with its motion, and glowing eyes narrowed pain while the wolf was swallowed up the scene’s night. Eric branded into its memory. Pure hatred gave power to its actions of flight and fueled much more, jaws made an echoing snapping sound resounding off into the air. Despite the need to tend to its fresh wounds, dripping off down to the pavement below in a steady stream, the body refused to lay instead stirred the monster into an endless pacing.
The wolf growled at its luck, relished pictures of pinning Eric beneath its hug paw and letting him wriggle beneath, enjoying the racing of the heart as it abused the chest in full blown panic. Nails dug against the feeble body taking the slow crushing weight of the wolf’s powerful body while it drove to the ground, first the ribs would begin to crack one by one, rupturing past the skin to meet the air. Screams, blood curling were a melody the wolf would lose itself in. The sounds, those lovely sounds filling the air and reminding the prey why the beast, the predator would always win.
Rightly deserved when you don’t listen… Sadly it wasn’t enough for my liking.
A white mist of breath was quickly cut from the animal’s throat; tremors of fear rippled though the flanks at the alpha’s mood to its culpability and rouge behavior. Its tail went to its belly, pressed into the mangy fur, limbs stiffened for the wrath. The venom dripped in the animal’s head leaving a sense of unwanted filth staining the mind with each word. Posture was submissive, expecting punishment slowly relaxed when none seemed to leap into its body.
Your actions it had some surprising results and brings to mind questions, even more now. It seems you have drawn unwanted attention, a fact you should have avoided, adding so many unwanted twists and turns to this little game of mine. Still I can’t simply kill you but I don’t tolerate disobedience either.
Somewhere isolated from human ears, a pleading howl erupted into the air leaving a hollowing sense of torture.