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(Before someone asks, no this is not a werewolf fic! lmao)

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Chapter Track: "Centuries" ~Fall Out Boy

~Kallahan~

Fucking hell.

Bloody fucking hell.

I mentally cursed as the searing pain of a pointed tree branch tore into my bare arms and the deafening howls intensified. I quickened my pace, forgetting the pain of my right arm in the adrenaline rush I was feeling.

Barks and growls seemed to come from every direction in the morning fog, they sounded primal and savage—almost bloodthirsty. Thirsty for my blood. The blood that was currently dripping down my arm at a leisurely pace, taking its sweet time in staining my tanned skin a gorgeous, deep red.

"Fucking hell," I cursed under my breath as I fell to the ground, smearing the blood on twigs then launching them into the forest in an attempt to throw the creatures off of my trail. I picked myself up once again, kicking up leaves as I trampled through the fog covered forest. My chest heaved as I heard howls of savage joy as the smell of blood struck their nostrils; they chorused in perfect harmony, howling the tune of my death.

I couldn't see them—but I could hear them as they gained on me, not even the least bit fooled by my half-baked plan. Every ragged breath, every thundering step, every guttural growl they emitted from behind sharp, jagged teeth was imprinted in my mind. I wheezed from the strain on my lungs and coughed, before pausing to lean onto my knees, breathing haggardly.

Three hours.

Three horrible hours of running from these monsters that were obviously toying with me. They knew I was here. They knew I was becoming weak. They're just playing with me. I smirked coldly—I guess no one told them not to play with their food. No more running.

I pressed my body into a nearby pine tree and took cover behind its needles, slowly sliding my hand under my shirt to grasp at the helm of the pistol. I steeled my gaze as I stroked the cold surface of the gun, the gun I had just loaded with exactly five bullets I had managed to find scattered around the campsite.

The sound of leaves being trampled grew closer as I stared at the fog intensely. I craned my neck from side to side, clutching the gun close to myself with my finger ready on the trigger. I pushed down the growing self-hate for attempting shooting an animal, reminding myself that this was either life or death. Them or me. And right now, dying was not on my agenda.

I halted— the sounds stopped. Literally, it was as if time herself stood still to watch the scene play out. Nothing made a sound except from the heavy breathing of the winded animals behind me and the pounding bass of my heartbeat.

I closed my eyes tightly and listened. Low growls rumbled in the creatures' throats and seemed to shake the ground with their power, I opened my eyes. In one fluid motion, I pivoted around the tree and commenced the attack. Barks and growls filled the air as I was suddenly met with six, snarling, brown and black faces in blue vests. K-9s. Police dogs. I hesitated, that could only mean one thing. He's found me.

Unfortunately, using my hesitation to their advantage, the beasts advanced with their fangs bared. I groaned as I was thrown to the ground by two dogs that surprised me by pushing my chest with frightening strength. I hit the ground with a painful thud before backing up against the tree as the dogs closed in. All of them, except for one. One hung back in the pack, watching with calculating and cold eyes. The leader. The Alpha. Our eyes met and I could've sworn the dog smirked at me, glad that this was happening. Happy that everything went according to plan.

I shakily held my gun up and the dogs paused, seeing the shaking pistol in my hands. They growled lowly once more and glanced behind themselves at the Alpha, whom was once again analyzing me with cold, brown eyes. The Alpha barked and the dogs lunged, I closed my eyes tightly, firing.

I felt as blood poured down my body, staining my sun-kissed skin and my shirt with the sickeningly beautiful color as it slowly trailed my sensitive skin. I screamed— louder than I had ever before—and felt myself grow colder and colder. I slumped against the tree behind me for support as my energy evaporated into the fog. This must be what it feels like to die. Not bad.

As my tongue crept forward to gently sweep over my bloodied lips, I let one last breath escape my lips.

Wait. I licked my lips again. I didn't have a cut, or a bite, or a scratch on my lips, why is it bleeding? I slowly and tiredly lifted my eyelids and stared in awe at the sight before me. Five lifeless and still dogs lining the ground. And one living and absolutely livid dog creeping forward.

"Fucking hell," I cursed, jumping up as he snarled, putting his deadly teeth on display. He hunched over and crept stealthily, his tail swishing over fallen leaves in silent anticipation. His fur was matted with mud and seeds from the day of running, his paws were solid black and he had a left ear to match, his eyes were cold and lifeless, intelligent and calculating. He sniffed the air in my direction with a deep, predator-like growl, his golden badge glistening in the fog.

"Stay there!"

I shouted, holding the gun towards the pissed Alpha K-9, and backed away from him, leaving the former safety of the pine tree. The German Shepherd didn't falter, didn't even blink, but instead, flashed me that same doggy smirk from before.

"I'm warning you!"

He tilted his head to the side and continued his smirking, his calculating eyes unwavering as he assessed me with practiced ease. He knew I didn't have anymore bullets, didn't he?

"Wh-"

My sentence was cut off as he lunged forward with striking speed, his paws moving like air against the ground. In my panic, I was overpowered by the strength of the dog and pushed onto the base of another pine tree. He snarled and snapped his fangs together before striding confidently to me. I could see the struggle in his eyes, the internal mind struggle he was in. To follow orders or not to follow orders?

Orders were, to keep me stationary and alert the officers with a howl— like most K-9 units. But from the look in the Alpha's eyes, I could see he was not like most K-9s. He wanted to kill me. To end me right here, right now. To mark his muzzle with my blood like I had been marked myself, with his partners' blood.

He gazed deep into my eyes, his dark, icy brown eyes never leaving my face. His breath blew into my face and I withheld a cough in fear of setting him off. He analyzed me, snarl ever present on his brown and black spotted face. He took one step closer and I slid away until my back was fully pressed into the tree. I put the back of my head on the tree and pulled my arms back in an attempt to shrink away from the seething canine not even a foot from me. I gasped inwardly as my hand came in contact with my discarded gun. I hastily grasped the helm of the pistol tightly once more, keeping the gun out of the Alpha's sight as he moved closer. Gripping the pistol with all the strength I could muster—I swung.

Blood coated me once again, splattering onto my face and chest with a 'smack', and I panted as the Alpha hit the ground, muzzle crooked and marked by the pistol in my hand. The Alpha stood shakily and snarled before pausing abruptly. Seconds went by, then minutes, until finally he shook his head, staring at his nose before pawing at it with his huge, black paws as he whined uncharacteristically.

I watched carefully as he buried his face in the blood-soaked ground repeatedly, nosing the dirt and leaves whilst pawing at his scarred muzzle. I stood to my feet hesitantly as the dog looked dazed and confused, walking in circles with his head held high. He growled lowly in his throat once again but unlike the other times, this time wasn't at me, but at the tree to my far left. He speedily charged toward the thick tree before slamming his muzzle into it, once, twice, three times, before blood was once again oozing from it from his failed attempt at fixing his muzzle. He barked angrily and vengefully at the tree before letting out an ear-splitting howl.

He slowly and unwillingly turned away from the blood-stained tree and glared at me with so much venom, I felt my skin crawl as if sitting in a chemical bath. But, I didn't dare show him the fear his gaze had instilled in me. Instead, I glared back twice as hard, pistol in hand. He whimpered, cowering and I stared at him coldly.

I raised the gun.

I dropped the gun.

I kicked the gun to the side.

"I'm sorry."

My gaze never left his as he lowered his head to the leaf-covered, blood-stained, forest floor, saddened by the fact that he would never smell again.

"Guess the jokes on you, now we're both flawed."

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Wow, uh, I'm sorry guys but I'm still caught up in the moment. I know you guys want me to joke and laugh like the hyper SOB I am but that ending just got to me man! Don't judge! Well do judge, but in the comments please! I really hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did! Until next time, Brendan Ash is signing out! Peace!

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