What Is Misery? Part II

In slow motion Fredrick poses with a punch that's no doubt gonna blow on Jake's face. As he launches it, halfway, a large thick red fireball collides into him pushing him backwards.

Megan and Elsa who were mostly relaxed to this point instantly regain agitation. They watch five Saint Soldiers (the SWAT force of the nation) as they bounce up to them in symphony with an anger-inspired grimace...

They stand up to the three werewolves with no knowledge of who they're up against. Jake takes advantage of the unfolding incidence and creeps out of the way in haste, not even turning back one time.

"You've been found guilty of assaulting an officer. The penalty is life in prison," The commander of the five men squad announces to the wolves.

Just then Fredrick stands up from the ground in rekindled anger, and wipes the dust off his chest stylishly while his dagger-like eyeballs are unwaveringly fixed on the saint soldiers.

Megan taps Fredrick's shoulder calmly, "Get the spy. We can take care of this five." Megan maintains her glare on them even as she speaks.

Fredrick turns to her and gives off a brief side smile, in the next mini-second he speeds off.

Now the saint soldiers are beginning to get tiny ideas on who these opponents are, but like writer's block, they can't seem to merge the details into one.

On the other side, Jake creeps on with no strength to stand up or run. He has been cursed into a tortoise by a drug he had never even imagined taking. He suffers every small second of it but then he sights a corrupted salvation coming from afar off. Fredrick is coming for him, no doubt to end his suffering and life in fact.

With nothing else to do, Jake creeps even harder and more afflictedly. Fredrick's face brews a menacing smile full of torturous thoughts, a kind of joy he hasn't felt for years finds him.

Just then, with all Fredrick's evil in place a motor bike speeds pass Jake on automatic and hooks him on. It takes him North, the direction of the city.

In sudden relief, Jake grabs the handgrip and holds on tightly ignoring his helpless state this time. It's then the thought of who has offered him the bike entered him, but nonetheless the hope for Frederick not to catch up with him prevails over it.

Meanwhile Fredrick chases him like a hungry predator would his prey, his legs changing stance and displacing every microsecond, and his hand tearing through the breeze with a pressure that makes it gather on around his arms like energy. To an observer's eyes, a wind missile pursues Jake.

Unfortunately for the spy, Fredrick is closing up fast. He stretches his hand towards the bike almost grabbing the tale, his smile returns to his face again accompanied by a mouth full of teeth.

Then boom! A heavy punch from nowhere catches Fredrick out of shock.

A guy in all black outfits drifts his beastly bike to a stop and drops from it majestically. He's a blacky, a member of the Black Justice.

Fredrick gets on his feet in red fury, at first he watches Jake get away on his bike, then he turns to the man standing next to him in his scary eyes. At least I get to kill a human today, he thought as he speeds off after the blacky starting with a kick to his stomach.

Before the kick could make impact, the blacky grabs it and executes a Spartan kick which sends him back. Now Fredrick himself looks clueless of what his opponent is capable of. He slowly stands up from the ground staring at the blacky.

On a second thought, he decides to run around the blacky in a circle eagering to make him go vertigo. And once in every third turn, he lands a blow.

At first the blacky is stuck, being thrown off his feet over and over again in a one on one battle. But as all real warriors, his calm remains. He looks side to side in coolness mostly observing than acting, he sure can survive a few more hits.

At the 7th blow the blacky totally gives up the idea of figuring out Fredrick's pattern and creates his own massacre instead. He falls on his knees from his standing position, crashing bones to grounds. Then bows his head slightly.

In a second or two a circle of dark fire engulfs him and blows up in expansion, blasting Fredrick off his feet and rolling him to the other side of the field.

The blacky rises from his feet simultaneously making up a whip with his flames. He walks up to him slowly, looking at both sides of Fredrick's fallen being like a possessed man.

As Fredrick turns his face to determine the blacky's position, he lashes him on the cheek.

Fredrick rubs that side of his face to the ground in haste, in ache, hoping that the ground would massage the pain. But that wasn't the last one Fredrick would writhe over, the blacky had more coming.

A strike to the back this time and Fredrick is already screaming in himself, though he tries to keep tough on the outside even when his body struggles to soothe it's own. He turns around rubbing his back against the sand, the pain prevails over his tough.

Another one! This time to his stomach. Fredrick grabs it with both hands like someone with a stomach ache.

Without respect to the idea of mercy the blacky lashes him again aiming for his stomach. This soldiers are not known for associating with such soft ideas.

In a bid to end the torture Fredrick dives him blindly, and rather makes impact with the edge of the whip directly on his head as he goes to crash with the ground again.

For the first time in this fight a stink of joy builds up in the blacky's eyes. He walks closer to Fredrick who soothes his head, and lashes his hands off. "This is how you die, creature." The blacky offers his first words, they echo out his mask in a reverberating scary tone.

Two extra whips grow from the whip in the blacky's hand, making three. Looks like his gonna be closing his funeral business real early. He swings the three in one whip up and lases Fredrick nonstop from all angles, swaying hand to all sides.

Fredrick's clothes begin to tear apart bit by bit alongside his skin which has began to disgorge blood stagnantly on some areas. He can't take it anymore, he's all reddened up.

All of a sudden Fredrick's skin begins to swell rapidly and at same time his bones grow larger. The blacky pauses to observe the changes in absolute awe. In a blink of an eye a werewolf descends on the blacky, diving him to the ground.

The blacky lays defenseless on the ground watching Fredrick's wolf on top of him in shock. Once he thought this only happens in movies, and he thought he was more of a soldier than an actor, in toto, he realizes his list of beings on Earth was a little bit incomplete.

But unfortunately, he won't be making a bestseller with a book on that title, Fredrick's wolf tears his skull apart before any business ideas could flood his head.

The wind blows hardly and here are his people, Megan and Elsa looking triple surprised at the sight of his wolf. They didn't think it'd get to this.

"Where's the spy?" Megan inquires of Fredrick still in shock.

Fredrick transforms back to his human self and stretches, "He escaped."

As the syllables of the last words leave his lips, their hearts all give out a rhythming beat following the pattern of amazonian battle drums. The tale of their existence is surely and unfortunately unstoppably making it's way to the world news.

For centuries the humans have been known for their greed, they won't share earth with another race of diverse beings, and they (the werewolves) know it. A war is coming, and it's coming sooner than they expected it, who knows if it's already on.

"We have to move the cartel," Megan tells with her eyes expressing bitterness.

"No, we're done running. This time we fight back, and we fight back good," Fredrick suggests harshly.

"Waging war with the humans has long put our kind in misery. They have more resources than us," Megan lectures.

"All our lives we've been hiding, living in forests and underground, while the humans occupy fine cities. Megan!" Fredrick calls her out in a bold warrior voice, "What is misery?"