Paint The Night Red II

     "Agent 04 do you copy?" They had wired communication devices connected to their ears… "Agent 07 do you copy?" The assassin spoke into his device, but no answer was returned but a growl, resembling a wild animal's angry threat.

He shared a look with the other agent beside him behind masked face… the headlights on their guns clicked on, pointed at the two still assassins before them. 

     They were confused; why were they still? They traced down the light and it caught two legs! It must be their target! Their guns were tightly clenched and blood was running hot, their minds were sharp and their stance and fingers ready for fire. "Show yourself! Now!" They commanded.

The beast growled under the veil of the two lifeless bodies. The night had been disturbed, and his peace had been affected, how dare they!?

     But he wasn't moving yet. "Show your face or these magazines will be emptied into your body!" The voice came barging again. The beast growled more, and the assassins were taken aback the more.

But by fear, their hearts were gripped as blood dripped down persistently from the bodies of the two dead agents, and a closer and careful glance at the ground showed that their blood had been dripping down for a long time.

What kind of a man would kill two able bodied and armed men so silently?! He must be a trained assassin too. 

     Dilatorily, he parted the bodies to reveal his face as requested. They gasped and stepped back as their eyes met the eyes of the supernatural being.

The golden glowing ring-like eyes were fearful but not as much as his fangs, when he dropped his jaw with a crooked smile. He had succeeded in leaving his prey to an involuntary trembling… their fingers were fixed on the trigger but they wouldn't pull it. "Hmm" he growled.

"Who sent you?" His growling was enough to send them off to make the best use of their legs, but they couldn't move. Their trepidation was a perfect time to attack, but he would make his first move when he had gotten at least one piece of information.

If they came for him, that meant an old adversary had risen again to chase after him, and they needed to be destroyed. 

     He started stepping forward, and with each step he took, the assassins drew back. It was going to be a one-on-one session, but a scream from the inside alerted him; followed by multiple gunshots! His eyes widened; he was right.

They weren't alone. Without hesitation he rushed at the first one dodging multiple bullets from them but a few carved into his arm. The bullets were powerful and painful.

He slashed his throat immediately he got close to him and used him as a shield against the shots from the remaining assassin. He was emptying his magazines inside his dead colleague's body.

Logan threw the body at him and dived at him with a powerful jab, knocking him down unconscious at once. 

     He ran toward the mansion and in a single swift jump, entered through the window on the top floor breaking the glass. He hit his body on the hard wall and groaned.

It was the side where he had been shot. He heard noises and gunshots on the ground floor, but the bullets in his arms needed to be removed… for the first time in decades he was afraid, but not as much until he heard his name. 

      "Logan!!" Mrs Lopez cried out, and multiple gunshots followed. Logan's heart beat against his chest! It couldn't be! No way! He dipped his claws inside his arm and tipped out the bullets, and motioned to run down to the ground floor as his wound healed.

But along the hallway, different guns were fired at him, he dodged behind a wall panting and growling. The gunshots continued in his direction with the red pointers already painting the house red.

There were too many bullet holes in the walls, and at that moment, he thought he had failed. But with the dregs of his strength, he shifted into his main form with his feet, claws, stronger and bigger body, his furs and more elongated fangs.

He rushed out in the middle of the bullets, yelling, escaping and receiving the bullets, they were getting him, they were too many, but he resorted to the walls and with his claws he was able to run across the wall like a wild animal on all fours, he spread his body and dived at them with a deadly thrust.

He knocked down the assassins and went on to the others, burying his fangs into their bodies and tearing them apart. His face was ridiculed with their bloods as it splashed on him as he slashed through them furiously. 

     He grabbed an assassin by the hand and bent his gun while the others behind shot continuously at him, but the bullets rested on the assassin he was holding.

He shoved his claws into his neck and slashed it open, throwing his body away like a rag. He dodged the bullets as fast as he could and pinned two assassins against the wall, one dropped his gun and brought out a dagger, running toward him with a cry, but he kicked him against the wall!

And while he was still trying to recover, he hit the other two assassins with his head, burying their heads in the wall, and turned around to slash his foot claws on his face. He dropped the dead. 

     He looked around, blood had painted the walls and floor red and there was an ever flowing of blood. He had killed enough, but only if they would just stop coming! One more assassin rushed at him and he quickly punched him out of the house through the window. 

     There was a commotion outside, but he had a top priority; Mrs Lopez and her children. He shifted back and rushed into the living room with his bloodied hands just to find her body lying on the ground.

His eyes widened, he couldn't believe it! He trembled and fell on his knees. In the middle of his grief, someone approached him in a fast motion, and in the same stance he stood up and held the person's neck. He looked into the eyes, it was a woman and she gagged struggling for her life!

He immediately loosened his grip on her, and she brought out a gun, but before she could trigger it, he kicked out the gun from her hand in a swift motion, swept her off her feet and in anger, dashed her onto the ground.