Eisenhut

Chapter 16

The female cashiers were crying, on the phone again, pleading with the police to be quicker. It was beginning to prove difficult for Sascha to fight alone, so I had no choice but to transform too. I made myself known, as a distraction, and the bullets began to whirl towards me. The small amount of self-defence I had done was useful as I dodged them all, sending the shelves of tin cans crashing to the floor.

Meanwhile, Sascha crept over the counter and yanked one of the girl's hair, jerking her neck back, before clawing and biting her dead. Her face was mangled as he pushed her to the floor like a rag doll and then he moved onto his next victim. He did the same to the other woman, sending her deceased body over the counter, her lifeless corpse landing next to me, blood splattering on my clothes. Finally, he snatched the rifle from the man and forced it into his chest whilst strangling him with his claws.

At that point in time, I didn't think about how violent Sascha was and how frightening he could be. He was always a kind soul and would never harm a member of the pack, but it was disturbing to witness his terrifying actions. I then realised what he had meant when he said he lost control when he felt threatened by humans and I understood his reasons for giving up fighting.

He caught my shocked gaze and wiped some of the blood from his face, breathing heavily, drained. I mirrored his action of morphing back into a human and then looked around the ransacked shop, supplies and blood everywhere along with three dead humans. "I'm sorry you had to see that," he panted, apologetically, angry at himself for losing control.  I couldn't get any words out, I just stuttered as I took in the surroundings. I was actually in shock.

Sascha hopped over the counter and hesitantly put his hand on my shoulder, reminding me that everything would be okay. I shivered at the thought of being in a killer's presence crossed my mind, even though he couldn't necessarily help it. "Julia," he called, strongly, "Julia," he repeated, forcing me to look at him, "no one crosses a werewolf. If they threaten my species, I will fight back,"

We had to flee immediately. Sascha unlocked the door and guided me out. We tried to act unsuspicious as we walked down the street, which was hard when there were a lot of pedestrians and we were covered in blood splatters. People were staring as we tried to act natural; just two people enjoying a pleasant late afternoon stroll.

However, our walk was short lived as multiple police cars were on our trail. I looked back and was almost blinded by the alternating red and blue lights, which merged into one huge purple flash. Suddenly, Sascha and I were both running down the street, the opposite direction to where our car – our only escape – was. We both ran until our feet were burning, only to reach a dead end.

    We skidded towards the brick wall, shielding out faces to avoid smashing them against the hard surface. We scanned around for an exit, but there was no way out. We were trapped.

The cars caught up to us and we were surrounded. Our battle was over. Countless policemen and even S.W.A.T team poured out of their vehicles, armed with pistols and machine guns. "What do we do?" I cried to Sascha. But he had no chance to reply as the cops were yelling at us to surrender. We both stood frozen, neither surrendering nor trying to run.

Again they yelled the orders at us.

    My mind was all over the place and I was losing self-control. My stomach began to twist in knots, the same sickening feeling I had felt on the day I was rescued, after attacking Emma. The two of us had no chance to fight back against so many guns and I was going insane. I bolted towards a bush, without thinking, and suddenly an overwhelming amount of bullets were fired all over the place, luckily not hitting me, but as more of a warning. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Sascha transformed again, shielding me with his body, his life, fulfilling his duty to Denis of protecting me.

He roared, protectively, but it wasn't enough.