36 Death trap

From above, first came the screams of a crowd in sheer panic and confusion, then the sound of unending gunshots fired.

Wondering what all that commotion was about, Scott launched into a sprint towards the basement stairs, closely followed by Chris, Nolan and Braden. As soon as they reached the ground floor, the alpha stopped dead in his tracks, "What the hell is that?" he managed.

"What the hell is what?" Chris had barely finished his sentence when he began to understand what Scott meant.

A thunderous blare, resembling that of wood, crashing under the power of brute force speedily colliding with it. It seemed to be getting closer towards them and at a fast pace; they quickly gathered that it was none other than the sound of wooden walls being brutally wrecked.

The four of them turned to face the direction it was coming from, slowly taking some steps back, and bracing themselves. Apparently, they didn't brace enough, because they didn't move an inch as the wall facing them was demolished into tiny chunks, sent flying all around.

A huge mass darted through that open gash, like a car at high speed and violently slammed into Braden, sending her into an aerial glide across the mansion. She eventually crashed onto the floor after traversing several feet of distance away from the point of impact. Scott watched as her body fell limp, they all did, but their attention was soon snatched away by the creature towering over her unconscious figure.

It stood there, seemingly enjoying its latest accomplishment, the taunting look on its face, almost as if it relished at the sight of their shocked expressions.

"A long tail..." stated Chris.

"What did you call it?" asked Scott.

"The woman I took to the hospital, that's how she called the scorpion-men that attacked you," he clarified.

"What the hell is it doing here?" Nolan wondered.

"Well, isn't it clear? It wants a fight," Scott clenched his fists and assembled all the strength he could gather in his legs, in order to pounce at the creature, before the scorpion tail menacingly hovering over Braden plunged downwards to stab her.

"Good call...McCall!"

Scott's blood froze in his vains when those words reached his ears, his eyes wildly fluttered around giving him a crazed expression.

"Scott what's happening?" Chris asked him, concerned by his sudden change of behavior. Clearly nobody but him could hear that voice, from the reaction of the two men near him. Yet he couldn't bring himself to describe the waves of pain that hit his soul after the realization of who was speaking to him.

When his eyes finally landed on the creature, the voice immediately spoke again, "Don't worry Scott, they only attack when I tell them to," cue more frantic motions from Scott to find the owner of the voice, which again, turned out to be in pure vain, "You don't remember me, Scott? Alright, what if I said? Werewolves, Kanimas, it's like a freaking halloween party every full moon,"

"Why don't you come out and face me?" Scott shouted back at him.

"Well, I am right here, I've been waiting for you actually," the creature backed away from Braden, turned around then proceeded to jump towards the front door.

Scott took the hint, looked at Nolan and said, "Nolan, I am gonna need you to stay here with Braden," him and Chris followed suite after the longtail through the door.

They were so taken by what was happening inside the house, that they didn't realize how much they had zoned out of the events right outside the mansion, if mayhem had a face... well...

The longtails were wreaking havoc out there, taking both bullets and lives, it seemed so easy for them to tear through human flesh like thin sheets of paper. One of the creatures sent an entire police car crashing onto a group of deputies close by, unfortunately too busy shooting away at another one of those abominations. Screams of terror, and pain, calls for help and in the middle of all of that stood one man, one unfazed, unbothered man, "Ah! you finally noticed me, Scott!" he announced in a chilling kind of cheerful tone.