Another Assault

Selena dear, Penny’s voice echoed in Selena’s head, Raise your head.

Energy, will, strength, it had all left Selena’s body as she rested her head on her arms, still in a ball on her office chair. She took a slow, deep breath, hiccuping through it as she agonized over the events that occurred over the last two days.

“What happened Penny?” She whispered to herself, “Just yesterday morning the pack was fine…”

Penny didn’t respond, pondering herself what had caused the rapid, unfortunate series of events to occur.

Slowly, the silence thickened, sitting heavier in the room, allowing the distant sounds of the city to grow louder. A rhythmic pounding started, getting louder with pace.

Bloodlust! Penny’s voice hissed.

Selena looked up, anger washing over her. “It’s that bastard's fault!” She quickly rose from her seat.

The pounding grew louder and louder until it stopped right outside the door. 

“What are you waiting for you mutt!” Selena shouted at the door.

With a blood freezing creak, the door slowly opened. The figure on the other side was larger than Samson and more muscular. He had his mothers wavy, black hair swept to the side and his fathers hazel eyes that pierced Selena’s heart. He had a handsome face with a deep scar going across his forehead and a twisted nose. He was wearing a black shirt with its sleeves rolled up and jeans as he smiled.

“What did you call me?” He smiled as he entered the room.

Selena took a slight step backwards. “Brother…” Selena murmured as she kept walking backwards.

“I-I didn’t mean you…” Selena defended herself, moving further and further back.

“Then who? Father? Anthony?” He moved towards her.

Suddenly, her heel hit the wall. She was against the window, having nowhere else to go but straight down. She danced with the idea of jumping out but realized that despite being able to heal quickly, she wouldn’t survive a fall like this.

“Did you know?” Her brother started as he crept closer, “Werewolves heal fast…” He maliciously smiled.

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“What do you mean by that?” Samson asked.

The boy smiled as he spun on one foot. “I’ll tell you why I did that and how, but you have to promise me that you’ll help my sister.” He said cheerfully, stopping and staring at Samson’s eyes.

A wave of questions filled Samson’s mind. “Help your sister?” Samson echoed.

“Yep!” The boy responded cheerfully.

Samson wondered what he meant by that as he struggled to make the promise with the boy.

“OH!!” He shouted, startling Samson a bit, “I made you jump!” He laughed.

“We’re done here.” Samson growled as he pushed the boy to the side and moved past him.

“You like my sister right?” The boy said, stopping Samson.

“I can make you two be together more, but you have to promise me.” He said, slowly moving in front of Samson again.

Samson pondered the idea for a little bit. “How?” Samson asked.

The boy shrugged his shoulders and lowered the corners of his mouth and looked away. “I don’t remember, but a promise might help me.” He tried sounding smooth.

“I’ll only promise if you tell me what you mean by help.” Samson added.

The boy smiled. “Deal!” He stuck out his hand.

Hesitantly, Samson shook it.

“Ok, so, last night I heard you and sister fight, but I also knew you were strong, so I took the keys from Selena’s office and opened the lock after you fell asleep.” He explained.

Samson nodded. A silence overcame them as the boy stopped talking. For a few moments Samson waited, expecting the boy to collect his thoughts and continue. The few moments turned into long seconds that evolved into minutes of silence where the two stared at each other.

“That’s it?” Samson questioned.

“Yes!” The boy said cheerfully.

Suddenly Samson grabbed the boy by the collar of his tank top, lifting him off the ground and shaking him violently. “You want me to help that bonehead because you think I’m strong!!!” Samson roared.

“What kind of airhead frees a prisoner just because he thinks they're strong!!” Samson shook him even more violently, forgetting that he was supposed to be playing Lycan.

In a startling realization, he dropped the boy and turned around, clearing his throat, fearing the boy had discovered that he had been playing a character. 

As if nothing had happened, the boy leapt to his feet. “But Selena needs your help!” He continued.

“You still haven’t told me why.” Samson resumed the character of Lycan.

Suddenly a distant thud echoed throughout the home. Samson turned to look at the boy whose eyes became clouded with worry and fear.

The stench of bloodlust hit Samson as he turned and sprinted up the stairs. He continued running until he stood at the entrance of Selena’s office. In an effortless kick he broke the door. Standing before him was a large man, breathing heavy over the sprawled body of Selena. On the window behind her was a large crack.

Skull, Samson thought.

Ready, Skull responded.

As Samson’s nails grew larger a spark zapped his skin from the silver bracelet, shrinking them back.

“You’re that trash Selena brought home!” The large man’s voice matched the one he had heard in the kitchen. “What are you doing out of the cage?”

Slowly Samson entered the room. Selena watched Samson moving closer as she pushed herself off the ground. This time it had only been a hard shove into the window, much more manageable than the last time he had attacked her.

“Lycan.” Samson said as he continued to walk forwards.

The man’s eyes widened. It was his turn to feel Samson’s bloodlust. As it hit him, a powerful adrenaline rush started coursing through his body. “Trash is trash, even if it has a name.” The man replied, eager to swing.

The two now stood face to face, breathing into each other as they glared at one another. 

“You wanna go?” Samson asked.

The man studied Samson, noticing the silver bracelets and scoffing before pushing past him and walking out the room. “If you want to fight me then get rid of those first!” He said before leaving.

A few moments passed before Samson turned to look at Selena. “You alright?” He asked.

“What did I say about entering this room!!” She shouted at him.

She’s mad!?!?! Samson thought to himself.

“Follow me!” She said angrily.

“Looks like you do have a little bite in you.” Samson responded how Lycan would.

“Only for people who do things I specifically tell them not to!” She stormed out the room.

With a smile Samson followed her to the room next door, a large gym. “Why’re we here?” He asked.

“Remember what I told you before!” She smiled as she entered the ring.