For two hours now, Victor had been studying the Wolf Stopper he had taken from the men that attacked Selena. He held the piece of the gun in his hand, his eyes scrutinizing me, his mind, ferreting about what made the gun so powerful. Of course, he knew how the gun works, but he was hungry to know more.
He put the gun pieces on the table, and picked up his phone. He went to the Wolf Stopper website page and searched for some reviews and information on it. Then he watched videos, filing away every important detail he had learnt into his memory. When he was done, he turned to his feet, stretched and yawned.
Those two hours had paid off. When it comes to the function of the WolfStopper, it was safe to say he was as knowledgeable as the makers of it. There was nothing he didn't know about the gun now. Happy with himself, he went into his small shower whistling. It was while he was there that he heard his cell phone ringing.
He quickly stepped out of the shower, naked, water dripping from his body making a small puddle on the floor. He looked at the cellphone screen and saw Selena’s name. His mouth spread into a smile as he picked the phone and put it to his ears.
“Hey Violet, how are you?”
Selena's voice trembling badly came through the other end.
“He tried to rape me, baby……., he tried to! Oh God! I fought so hard, so hard,”
Victor stiffened. He couldn’t believe he was hearing alright.
“What did you say?” He was aware that his voice had turned husky. “Violet, what did you say?”
“He wanted to rape me, the old fool. He wanted to!”
Victor turned cold and his heart began to race.
“Rape you? Who? Who the hell tried to rape you?”
“Lionel! He tried to rape me this night. He beat me so much! Oh! You should see my face,” she was sobbing now.
Blind panic hit Victor. For a long moment, he stood there motionless, his hand like a claw, gripping the phone.
“Selena, give me your address, I’m coming over to your place,”
“What?” She squawked. “Oh no you can’t do that Victor, you just can’t!”
“Give me your fucking address!” He said in a low, guttural voice.
“I can’t Victor! You know you can’t come into town!” She shrilled. “Don’t you see? You could get killed! Just don’t worry about me! I really took care of myself! I’m fine now. I’ll be fine.”
“Violet! I’m going to find your place whether you like it or not.” and he ended the call before she could say anything. Knowing she would start calling him, he quickly switched off his cellphone. He stood like that for a moment, anger seeping through him. So he was right after all about Lionel. Yeah, he was damn right. Leopards never really changed their skin, do they? He thought. Well, Lionel asked for it and he would surely get it.
With brisk movements, Victor grabbed a hoodie sweater, pants, and boots from his closet. As he dressed, his demeanor remained composed, his face set and hard. He then retrieved a wooden box from a corner of the room, which he had found while cleaning the shed a few days prior. Inside were various hunting items that had once belonged to Albert Davenport.
Victor's hands closed around a 3D digital map tablet from the box, and he switched it on. The map was detailed, containing information about the households, woods, and nearby towns. Remembering his previous search for Caesar's mansion which had been successful, he now typed "Selena" into the search box and found her residence easily.
Next, he searched for "Lionel Williamson" and found all the information he needed. Satisfied, he turned off the map, pulled on his hoodie sweater, and stormed out of the house.
The moonlight was dull and luminous against the dark sky and his nostrils hit the after-smell of rain. Victor began to run on the dusty road. As he ran, he could feel his wolf rage strength seeping through him, gnawing at him, but he knew if he must execute the plan in his mind perfectly well, he needed to put a leash on his rage.
He ran madly all the way from the cabin to the junction that led into the town. Then he walked for some few minutes and after while, up ahead of him, he saw the town’s main gate. He approached the gate slowly, his breath bristling through his nostrils, his chest heaving not from perspiration, but from suppressed wolf adrenaline. His eyes regarded the gate. It was a ten foot high wrought iron steel double gate.
He could also see the Fur Hunters. About four of them. They were all there, big hunk of beef, in black tight fitting uniforms, the slacks tucked into black boots, ‘45 Glock on their hips, and a Wolf Stopper in their hands. Two stood, chit chatting and laughing.
Another one paced the gate, patrolling to and fro the gate front, while the last one was inside a lit cubicle, watching a small monitor screen. The cubicle was at the extreme end of the gate. Victor noticed security cameras around but dismissed the thought, knowing they would've sounded the alarm if they detected him. To distract the guards and gain entry into the town, he decided to scare them. When he saw a Fur Hunter patrolling near the gate, Victor rushed forward, grabbed the wrought iron, and began bending it with intense fury. The loud clunking noise caught the attention of the guards, who froze in alarm. Then, one of them squawked excitedly;
“My gun’s gone red! There’s a werewolf here! Quick, let’s check the gate before it gates away,”
This was Victor's moment. As the guards rushed towards the gate, he swiftly leaped onto the roof of a nearby cubicle, then onto the roof of a house. Running wildly, he leaped from roof to roof, the image of Selena's house in his mind. Finally reaching the wide open streets, he spotted a sign for "PINE QUARTERS," where Selena's house was supposed to be located.
Victor leaped to the ground, his dark green eyes watching the street closely. The rain swept streets were lonely and he could see few colored men and women lingering around, smoking cigarettes and taking the night air. He didn’t see any Fur Hunter around.The street lighting wasn’t much, so this gave Victor the cover he needed.
He started down the streets, the hood covering his face, his back broad and hunched, his hands tucked tightly into his hoodie pockets. He walked unhurriedly so as not to attract attention. Half way down, on a big electric pole, he saw his “Wanted” poster glaring back at him. So the hunt for him was still on? Well good luck with that, he snarled and continued walking till he got to the end of the road. The last bungalow on the street was Selena’s house. It was an old fashioned French house set in a small lawn and the gate was looking old and rusty.
He stood at the gate, looking at the bungalow. Light showed behind the curtains but there was no sound. As he stood there, he saw a shadow cross the curtains. She was home. He lifted the gate latch and pushing the gate open, he walked across the grass to the bungalow. He went up the porch step to the door and knocked. Then he waited. There was a long pause, then he heard a movement on the other side of the door.
“Who is that?”
“It’s me Selena, open up!” Victor replied.
“Victor?” She said breathlessly, a load of doubt in her voice.
“Yeah!”
He heard a bolt slide back and the door eased open. Selena appeared. When she saw Victor, her hand flew to her mouth and she gave a convulse start she had no control over.