Mama's pup

#12 termination and terminal mental illness

I've been so excited to write this chapter!! I hope everyone enjoys it! How was y'alls day?
Stay safe! <3
(Tw- very in tool detail murder - mentions of rape - sa - trafficking - mental illness - sh, if any of these trigger you feel free to skip this chapter!)
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Sages POV-

I speed through the night listening to the soft hum of my bike, I only have a few more miles till I get too his house. 'I can't believe how fast our relationship is going with Neomar.' I think. 'I mean yall are mates.' When I'm alone I will talk to myself, I don't have did it's just a coping mechanism in a way I make multiple versions of myself in my head and just have conversations. 'Shut the fuck up, you're talking to yourself again dumbass. Ok first of all you shut the fuck up we all started it. Well it's fucking cringy stop.' I snicker at my thoughts sometimes I find the weird arguments funny. 'You're fucking stupid, why you laughing were all the same person. Stop referring to yourself as we you dumb fuck.' I look around at my surroundings and down at the GPS, huh only a mile away better hide my bike.

I pull over to the side of the road taking off my trench coat and helmet placing them in front of me. I check the time, 6am. I open the compartment on my bike and pull out my mask, hunting knife, and handgun. I put the handgun in the holster on my waist, the knife goes in the holster around my thigh, and finally I put the mask on. I get off my bike and lay it on the ground, I go over too collect some fallen leaves and branches placing them over my bike as a makeshift camouflage. With everything hidden and secured I make my way towards this fuckers house.

I walk for a bit getting a better understanding of my surroundings before stopping at the edge of a make shift circle. There's a log cabin in the middle of the clearing, the lights are off. I bring my wolf forward sniffing the air, all of the sudden I catch familiar scent and fear takes over my body. I can't tell what it is but I know this can't be good. I walk around the edge of the clearing staying in the shadows of the trees before spotting heavy boot prints going towards one of the doors leading into the house. I take a deep breath and feel magic course through my body, I realise the magic putting up a silence bubble and walking towards the boot prints. They look consistent, he probably takes this path quite regularly. I bend down to a squat position next to the boot prints, the dirt around the area is a bit messy. He must've been in a rush and didn't stick to the exact path.

I head towards the door that the boot prints are leading to. I get to the door trying to turn the doorknob. 'Locked.' I reach out my hand pushing out my magic, I hear the door unlock. I turn the doorknob pushing the door open. I'm greeted by a normal looking house, a kitchen, living room, dining table, the works. I take an inhale of the air around me smelling the same smell that struck fear into me stronger in the house. Shivers rush down my spine. I head to a door opening it and seeing it's just a bathroom, I close the door and head to the next. I do the same with a couple more doors before opening one that looks like the master bedroom with a man laying beneath the covers sleeping soundly. I snake my way into the room shutting the door quietly and standing in the corner. His features remind me of my fathers and at the same time they engulf me with fear.

I keep my gaze locked on this man who's supposedly called Hector. 'He looks like a pedophile.' I think to myself. I could just kill him and leave, but where's the fun in that? I like my victims to know why this is happening too them, and I like them to admit to their crimes personally.  I take a sniff of the air getting fear struck into my body like a dagger, he only smells of werewolf, but it never hurts to make sure. I take a deep breath in letting my magic engulf the room, if he was any supernatural that used magic like a wizzard, bascalisc, siren, any type of supernatural with any type of magic besides the basic shifters he would start to feel incredibly anxious and wake up. I stay there for a minute letting the magic flow out of me, deciding he would have woken up already if he was magic I reigned back my magic from the atmosphere.