7 Fool's Mistake

Upon reaching the facility, I use all the skills I had learnt during my CIA training.

Infiltrating the building, making sure no camera's or employees are ever the wiser. Sure, I could just use magic or my supernatural abilities but where's the fun in that?

Trying to recall a conversation with Drake, I search the facility for the inhouse dispensary.

I head straight to the filing cabernet on the right hand side wall.

Playing with the handles, I finally find the correct draw. Drake said the handle would make a screeching sound when she pulled it.

Inside I find what I'm here for.

The cocktail of drugs, the psycho has been using on the patients.

It was a weird mix which was able to keep the patients in a coma, and would eventually kill most of them.

I say most of them because when she tried it on Drake, his body reacted…. a little differently.

One pair of medical gloves later, I transport the evidence to a zip locked bag before trying to

find her work locker.

Damn! I forgot a hair pin. Guess I don't have the chance to practice my lockpicking skill.

I decide to rely on magic to solve the problem, taking a deep breath I cast the mirror image

spell *rI'fLek(o)n* which gives me a window into the past.

In this dream like state , I watch her enter the room. She greets her colleagues, offering small talk.

Looking at her from this point of view, it really seems like she's normal. I mean even the smile on her face seems genuine.

I suppose knowing that she's about to do some crazy sh*t, made her work life enjoyable.

She slowly makes her way to her locker and enters the combination. 1346.

What an absolutely perfectly fitting code for her.

It was in 1346 when the Plague (Black Death) arrived in England.

Fate really has a weird sense of humor.

I end the spell, immediately. Feeling a sharp stabbing pain in the back of my ear.

Honestly I really hate these soul form magic spells, they always leave me with the worst headache after.

I promise never to use a similar magic anytime soon.

Slowly I open her locker, trying to find the perfect placement of the evidence, to avoid any mistakes I can't place it in an obvious position as it will definitely cause any investigator to have doubts.

I mean, a woman has been silently murdering dozens over the past few years at irregular intervals trying to avoid suspicion there's no way, she won't take precautions.

Finding the perfect medium, I place them behind then panel at the back, pulling it slightly back, so its slightly hidden but also exposed enough that it looks like the locker itself has caused the drugs to reveal themselves.

A truly 'unlucky' event for the cautious killer. They can't miss it!

Picturing the scene, I can't help but recall the classic meme playing out in real life, 'Ladies &

Gentlemen…. We got him!"

Mission Accomplished. Step 2 taken care of.

Strolling out conveniently, I run across to the lawn, using my senses trying to locate Peter's

room.

Room 3.14 if I remember correctly.

Soon thereafter I'm able to track it with his scent, hurrying to try and secure a decent vantage point.

Climbing up a nearby tree, I sprawl myself over a large branch.

Mentally patting myself on the back for a job well done. Focusing my attention onto his room I notice that the net curtains in his bathroom are moving slighting.

Seems like it's dancing to the tune of the wind.

Really funny.

Wait, the wind!?

Tuning in I focus my senses and notice that the window… is slightly ajar.

Something's wrong!

I'm pretty sure Drake said that the nursing staff always kept the windows close.

It was a real bone of contention for him that he could see outside but never smell it. For those wolves that was absolute torture, with heightened senses, being forced to smell disinfectant all day must

suck.

I mean, he said it drove him nuts, probably not literally but it didn't really help.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand, as I berate myself for not checking to see if Drake was

actually in his room.

It's a fxcken rookie mistake, one that I would have berated my juniors for. And I made it. I got too full of myself, just because I'm younger, doesn't mean I should be stupider.

Well it's too late now.

Got to focus on the job at hand.

Retuning my hearing, the forest around me is absolutely silent besides the loud, strong and slow heartbeats of a predator that are hidden away in the bushes.

Focusing my line of sight to the sound, I see red eyes focus on me. I can feel it dripping with

vicious intent.

I forgot how crazy this version of Drake was.

His instincts were freakishly cunning and very simply, deadly.

He wants to kill…. Anyone and everyone involved in the fire and he wants, no needs a Pack again.

*MiStIef*

I cast the spell which changes the natural colour of my eyes from my natural hazel,

faltering on a white purple mixed hue before finally settling on a majestic gold.

Facing him.

I stare directly into his eyes waiting for him to approach and come to me.

The barest of rustles from the blades of grass gives me an indication, that Drake's about to

make is move.

His heartbeat is soon coming from all sides of me, his not coming closer but rather his circling me.

He is moving slowly, deliberately, scenting me.

Soon he starts making little feints, testing my nerve as to whether I am a threat.

Holding my ground, I force myself not to make the slightest of moves. I need him to see me as a potential Pack Beta.

Step by slow step he moves in closer and closer. When he's less than a foot away, his werewolf form towers over me.

Those red eyes stare straight into my soul.

It takes a great deal of will to not reflexively step backwords.

Suddenly…HE POUNCES.

The automatic response is to lash out in return, but I let him pin me down on to the floor. His jaw's open, revealing to me two rows are sharpened teeth.

I can his breath slowly settle around my throat. I try not to flinch.

Supernatural healing aside, getting my throat ripped out isn't something I want to be experiencing on this Monday evening.

Staying in this position for what seems an eternity but was in reality only a few seconds

before he let's me go and moves back.

Not much but at least he's no long poised to attack. I smell like wet dog right now, I'm really going to need to a long shower when I get home.

Focusing on Drake's heartbeat and breathing, I wait for them to become regular before doing

anything.

Reaching out with my hand I signal for him to come closer, which he obliges.

Looking curious he approaches and by instinct puts his head forward. Which I feel…. it's

warm.

I recall memories of the past. Drake Hanson.

My former enemy and now mentor and friend. After I lost Lacy and my …. unborn child.

Strangely enough it was this insane one who kept me sane.

"Don't let revenge consume you Mason. A man who only desires revenge should dig two

graves. I should know" He said as I was grieving infront of their tomb.

"What should I do then Drake!? The took everything from me!" I screamed asking him for

guidance, I was in despair. I was lost. I was Void.

"Give the devil his due. Every debt has a collector. Sooner or later we will go collect but for

now, grieve and remember this pain. Make sure you never experience this pain again. One

day we will hurt them. I promise you" He consoled me in his own way.

As my hand is still on his face, I cast the sleeping spell.

*insomnus*

Immediately after his body to shake as he begins losing his footing and soon thereafter drops

to the ground.

Sorry Drake. It has to be done.

You are still running on your insane instincts right now.

In a few months, more of you will come back and you'll heal naturally. Sure I can try and speed up the process, but magically recreating part of a missing brain is not only risky but also difficult. Millions of neurons, and all that jazz.

In his sleeping state, his werewolf form settles and he turns back into his human form.

His face that in his own words, was "a gift from god" Is still half covered in burn scars.

Like Harvey Dent's, two-faced character from the Batman comics.

Reaching down , I easily lift his 180lb frame, as I jump three stories high.

Placing him back in his bed.

Sitting in this room, reminds me of the last moments with my mom and Lacy.

I lost them both in similar fashion. I'm not letting that happen again.

I hear a growl coming from his bed, shifting my focus. It seems that Drales having a good

dream tonight as his snoring resembles a cat's purr.

Well if a cat could purr in a scary rip your backbone out of your body and beat you with it kind of way.

That's enough stimuli for my first day back, I decide to finally head back home and call it for the day.

Offering one last glance back at Drake while I'm crouched on the window still,

"I won't let you make the same mistake this time"