The Faceless Agent Samson

A few hours earlier…

It was a foggy, silent and late night in the town in the woods. A thick fog had settled just above the ground, hiding all below it. The wooden buildings that filled the town were destroyed, painted in red or damaged in some way. A large, milk-like moon hovered in the middle of the sky, covering the town in a silky white hue.

With a loud crash, a larger than normal man flew out the second story window of the largest wooden building in town. He landed with a deep thud, pushing the fog around him away, to reveal countless bloodied bodies laid out on the ground like carpet. Their blood was the highlight, covering the spots they couldn’t.

From the window another shadowy figure landed on the ground, gentler than the other man. He had medium-sized wavy black hair pushed to his right with burning red eyes, making him look to be in his mid twenties. He was wearing a torn and singed white t-shirt, covered in blood and grime with equally destroyed jeans and shoes. Through his torn shirt you could see chiseled abs and well-defined pecs as he slowly made his way forwards.

“Lycan!” The man on the ground begged as he crawled backwards, “Please Stop!”

The man continued, unfazed. “That’s not my name…” He said in a low voice.

The man stopped, and gulped, thoroughly confused. “W-what…?” His quiet voice was barely audible.

The smaller man found himself a seat on top of a stack of two bodies, looking straight at the larger man, with no signs of any emotion. 

A fearful chill went through the man’s spine as he quickly pushed himself off the ground.

“My name is Samson.” He said with his eyes glowing with nothing but the desire to kill.

The man looked shattered. “T…T-Then who’s Lycan…?” He murmured, the defeat settling in.

Samson pushed himself up. “That’s the boss…” He answered him, knowing that he would only be alive for a few more seconds.

Skull…, Samson said.

On your command, Skull nodded.

Slowly Samson shifted, his body grew larger allowing shimmering white fur to grow over his olive skin. His jaw and nose elongated until they formed a snout, his teeth began sharpening with each second until two rows of small mountain peaks filled his mouth while his ears grew to a point. His arms gained mass as the t-shirt he was wearing tore off.

“You…a half shift…?” The man’s jaw started quivering, the defeat now full set in, forcing his arms to fall limp by his side.

“Yes.” Samson growled in a deep, raspy voice.

“With your consciousness too…” The man fell down onto his knees.

In an instant Samson had closed the distance between them and buried his claws into the man who coughed and briefly gasped for air before going limp. With a sharp jerk, Samson tore his claws out allowing the lifeless man to fall onto the ground, joining his brethren.

“And just like that the White Moon Pack has been wiped off the face of the earth.” Said a feminine voice.

Samson turned to see a woman walking towards him. She had blonde hair bordering on orange and gentle hazel eyes. Her purple blazer barely hid her large chest and her black pants accentuated her curves.

“Lola…” Samson said as he shifted back into a human, catching the gray t-shirt thrown at him.

She applauded. “The last time someone single handedly destroyed a pack he became the Alpha of a pack.” She watched him quickly put it on.

“What do you want?” Samson said emotionlessly knowing she was referring to Lycan.

She turned around and motioned for him to follow. “So serious… Lycan has another job for you.” She teased before answering. “What are you going to say to it?” She asked.

Together the two walked towards the helicopter that had landed outside the forest. “Depends on the price.” Samson answered.

In a few hours they had flown from Vermont to the outskirts of San Francisco and driven a car to a nearby forest park. As they passed through the entrance the trees became replaced with large, stone buildings with smaller wooden ones surrounding them. Very quickly, the scenery had shifted from a vibrant forest to a rustic village with wooden roofs, some still being straw and cobblestone paved streets. As they drove by loud T.V’s blared in each home as the kids outside sat around in huddles playing games on their phones. 

Lola continued to drive until they reached a large wooden house. As Samson looked at it, he was once again reminded of how much it resembled a traditional Japanese home with its paper screen doors, black-tiled roof and wooden walls and flooring.   

As Samson went to go inside something caught his eye. A child swinging her legs as she fumbled with a rubik’s cube. Samson quietly kneeled next to her, asking for the cube before showing her how to solve it. As he did, a glow developed on her face as the process allowed the colors to match. After finishing it Samson handed it back, receiving the tiniest bear hug possible. With a nod he held her before getting up and walking to Lola at the door.

“Would it kill you to show some emotion?” Lola said annoyingly.

“Probably not.” Samson replied bluntly before walking in.

“...probably…” Lola whispered to herself in annoyance.

Together they walked through the living room and small hallway, greeting the werewolves along the way, before walking into a large dark room. Very few things were visible, most being the tatami flooring, the wooden pillars and a large, shadowy man sitting on a decorated throne.

“Samson… good job,” He said in a deep, reverberating rumble as he tossed a large brown bag at his feet, “A few hundred thousand for doing it so quickly.”

With a nod Samson went to pick up the bag, pulling his hand back a second before a large spear pierced the ground there.

“After we’re done.” Lycan growled, his arm still fully extended.

“What do you want, Lycan?” Samson said bluntly.

“If anyone but you said that I’d kill them on the spot…” Lycan growled, “But you’re special to me.”

With a quick breath Samson went to protest before being cut off.

“I need you to infiltrate a pack.” Lycan started, signaling to Lola to move forwards.

“Sounds easy enough.” Samson replied as he grabbed the picture in Lola’s hand.

Samson’s eyes widened at the photo of the women in the picture, filling him with something he’d never felt before. Lola took note before returning back to Lycan.

“That’s Selena, the Alpha of the Golden Gate Alliance,” Lycan continued, “I want that pack but the only way I get it, is if she falls in love with me and becomes mine.”

“So I want you to pretend to be me and infiltrate their pack, make her fall in love with you then let me know so we can switch.” Lycan finished.

“Sounds… simple enough… only five people know what you look like anyway,” Samson replied as he pushed the picture into his pocket carefully, “And the reward?”

The smile on Lycan’s face could be seen through the dark. “You’re acceptance into this pack, The Lacquer Clan.” Lycan said.

A shock went through Samson's body as he felt motivated for the first time in a long time. He nodded before quickly taking his leave.

After the screen door had closed Lola turned to Lycan, “Are you really going to let him join the pack?” She asked.

Lycan deviously smiled. “He’s special…” Lycan replied with a grin, “But too special for my taste.” The grin quickly morphed into a scowl as he crushed the handle of the throne.