Moonshine By Moonlight

If You're Feeling Sinister

Chapter 4: If You're Feeling Sinister

It was quiet, unsettlingly so. She dropped down low to the ground, every part of her tensed, awaiting the strike. She knew it would come, the only questions were where and when?

She uttered a quiet growl and and glanced around, nobody else had noticed. She dashed forward quickly, keeping low to the ground and grabbed two of the men by their collars, dragging them silently to the ground and willing them to stay quiet. 

She spotted the third man but before she could reach him a devastating sound cut through the silence. It was the unmistakable sound of a bullet leaving the barrel of a gun.

She raced forward, forgetting stealth, but it was too late. The bullet reached him before she could and it buried itself in his head, spattering blood across the girls face in the process.

The girl staggered as she stopped, standing silently where she was, shocked. She looked up slowly every hair on her body standing up, as a harsh, deep growl tore through her throat. 

She was going to kill  them. 

She turned slowly to face the offenders, they looked frightened and their rifles shook in their hands. She grinned sadistically at them and look a menacing step forward. Her canines and nails lengthening and sharpening with every step she took. 

They would die for what they had done. 

She moved quickly, shots could be heard but none scathed her. She was a blur. One man fell, then the next, and another.

None would survive. 

Humanity be damned, if they wanted guerilla warfare she would give them guerrilla warfare. The fourth man was down, the wounds on his back weeping blood. He'd bleed to death within the next few minutes. The fifth man was down, only two more to go.

She grinned ferally at them, with each kill she was becoming less and less human. The metallic smell of blood was heavy in the air as she approached the final man. He was moving backwards, stumbling every few steps then scrambling back up to his feet. 

Her grey eyes never left his as she watched him with cruel amusement. Her black pelt made darker by the blood that stained it. 

He would die … violently.

The man tripped over a rifle and picked it up as he staggered to his feet. He pointed it at the she-wolf and fired. It stopped her … momentarily. She got back up slowly, her lips twisting into a demented grin as she raised her muzzle high into the air and howled signifying the start of the hunt. 

He can't outrun fate. 

The man turned and ran but Kya was on him, chasing him through the jungle. Rushing up on him and snapping savagely at his ankles before falling back. She wanted this to last. 

She chased him into a clearing where several men in uniforms matching his where resting. They got to their feet quickly but not fast enough.

Kya leapt, her jaws closing around the man's throat. She threw her wait to the side swinging around the man's neck, her jaws still holding tight, as her teeth sliced through the mans jugular. His blood drenching his comrades.

The man was dead before he ever hit the ground. His head would have rolled if it were not for the last remnants of his neck vertebra which stubbornly refused to release their hold. The men stared, dumbfounded at the man and his aggressor. 

The wolf sneered at them and turned around, flicking her tail cheekily and trotted lightly back into the dense jungle. 

Nobody would touch her team and live to tell the tale. Nobody. 

She returned to her team with a light smile, here coat matted with dried blood. The other two men where still alive, that was good. Best not to stay in one place for too long.

“Kya? Are you alright?” One of the men asked rushing up to her as she rejoined her men in the clearing. It was covered in blood and bodies.

“Kya?” He repeated as her vision shifted in and out of focus. She fell over, human again.

“Kya? Are you alright?” Her vision failed her, she couldn't see anything.

“Kya!” She was unconcious.

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“Kya!”She was vaguely aware that she was being shaken. 

“Kya! Wake up dammit!” She frowned. What made him think she was still sleeping?

“Kya!” She opened her eyes slowly, looking up at the man. 

“Finally,” He said exasperatedly.“Do ya know how long I've been tryin' ta wake ya up? I swear ya sounded like a damn dog! Growlin' and snarlin' in yer sleep like that! What the hell were ya dreaming about?”

“Nothing but the past ma cherie.” Kya said yawning and curling up into a ball.

“Some hell of a past.” The man grumbled looking down at Kya. 

“You're telling me!” Kya said. Logan shook his head and chuckled lying back down and pulling Kya towards him. Kya smiled and snuggled into the embrace, reveling in the feeling. 

“So mind tellin' me what this 'past' is that's givin' ya such a hard time?” He asked looking at her intently.

“Actually I do, but I suppose I should tell you now. Save myself the trouble later.” She said sighing and rolling on her back. 

“Do you remember that story I wrote not too long ago? The one about Vietnam.” She asked, glancing at him. Logan nodded.

“Ya, what about it?” He asked.

“What if I told you it wasn't a story? What if I said it was a memory?”Kya said. Logan scowled and the corner of his mouth twitched.

“I'd say I should have deducted a letter grade for cheating. I asked for a story not an autobiography.” He grinned at her. Kya grinned back and shook her head, laughing lightly. 

“Ya well it's true. I was there for Vietnam, I was there for Desert Storm, I'd be in Afghanistan now if it weren't for this sudden 'anti-mutant' attitude! I've been a Marine for the past 50 years and NOW they decide they don't want me! NOW? In the middle of a god-damn war! Ya know, they never did know how to use me right. I was born for battle, me and people like me are the ultimate soldiers! If they used us right there would be no question about victory! But none of thme do. They just separate us and send us out to different areas where the fighting is the worst and prey that we don't come back alive, but we do. We always come back, because … because we can't die.” She paused and looked at Logan, her grin had slipped from her lips a long time ago and now there was only sorrow. She was apologizing to him. Apologizing for not telling him.

Logan stared at her, shocked. She couldn't die? She was like him? Never to become sick? Never to sustain a lasting injured? Never to age?

Kya looked away from him, misinterpreting his stare as one of disgust. She rose slowly and grabbed her things off the floor, her shoulders slumped forward in shame and rejection. 

Logan got up quickly and grabbed her wrist, forcing her to face him and pulling her into a hug. Grinning silently to himself. She was like him. 

Kya shuttered and pressed as close to Logan as she could get. He didn't hate her for not telling him sooner? Did he understand they had no future together? He was mortal, she was not. But she shook away the thoughts and reveled in the moment, for now at least she allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of acceptance and the safety it brought.