Amidst the turmoil of his thoughts, the sharp pain on his neck returned with force causing him to gasp out loud, as if the air in his lungs was snatched away. Just then Noah spotted it – a dark silhouette stalking along the shoreline, its form monstrous and twisted, like a nightmare given flesh. A wolf, mutated beyond recognition, its once sleek fur matted and grotesque, its eyes gleaming with feral hunger for blood.
Noah's breath caught in his throat as he beheld the creature's monstrous visage, its presence confirming his worst fears. This was no ordinary predator; it was a product of twisted experimentation, a living embodiment of the horrors that lurked within DREAD's domain.
Noah's heart thundered in his chest as he sprinted towards the unsuspecting group, his feet pounding against the sandy shore with determined urgency. With each stride, the distance between him and the approaching wolverine narrowed, its monstrous form looming larger with every passing moment as he drew near the unaware group of boys with Evan for target. its primal fury unleashed as he lunged forward, Noah threw himself into the path of danger without a moment's hesitation, as he absorbed the impact of the wolverine's ferocious charge his body collided with the sand in a whirlwind of motion, his limbs flailing, the force of the impact sent shockwaves reverberating through Noah's frame, his head slamming against the unforgiving ground with a sickening thud. Pain exploded behind his eyes as stars danced in his vision, his breath ragged and labored as he struggled to push himself upright. Through the haze of agony, Noah found himself face-to-face with the wolverine, its snarling visage contorted with primal rage now taking him for a target. Hot breath washed over Noah in fetid waves, teeth long and pointed like a knife, mouth large enough to bite down on his neck at once. And with how he bared his canines Noah could tell he didn't come to fetch the ball.
Amidst the chaos and terror, Noah's gaze locked with the wolverine's, furious amber eyes against human ocean blue eyes, in the heartbeat of a moment, a silent understanding passed between them. In those eyes, he glimpsed a reflection of his pain and longing, a shared desire for freedom from the shackles of captivity. Noah could sense the wolverine's tortured soul crying out for release, a primal yearning to roam the untamed wilderness as nature intended.
Just then, as the tension hung heavy in the air, a spark of empathy ignited within Noah's heart. Despite the danger that loomed before him, he found himself reaching out to the wolverine with a silent plea for understanding, a gesture of solidarity born from the depths of his own fractured spirit. As the wolverine hovered on the brink of violence, poised to unleash its fury upon him, Noah held fast to the fragile thread of connection that bound them together. In that fleeting moment of communion, he dared to believe that even the most savage of beasts harbored the seed of redemption within its untamed heart. Then pain on his neck seemed to fade away as he finally placed a hand on the beast.
The boys watched in alter shock, unable to piece the scene together, "What in the world is going on?" Vincent's voice trembled with disbelief.
On the horizon, four colossal wolverines advanced in tandem, their ominous presence matched only by the figure of Avgustin in overall black, whose pallid skin and jagged scar spoke of a darker history. The wolverine, obedient to their master, yielded to his command, retreating with a predatory grace from Noah.
"End of the chase, time to go home," Avgustin intoned, his words dripping with a sinister mockery that sent shivers down their spines.
Noah rose to face him, a flicker of defiance dancing in his eyes as he confronted the looming threat. "No!" He mustered enough courage.
"What did you say?" Avgustin retorted in a mocking tone, almost destabilizing Noah's courage. Avgustin was evil, he took pleasure in seeing him hurt so much that he made sure it happened every day.
"We're getting out of here," he declared, his voice ringing with a steely resolve.
Avgustin's gaze bore into him with a cold intensity. "There is no escape," he said, his tone laced with venom.
"I won't stop trying," Noah gritted his teeth, his courage unyielding in the face of impending danger. Avgustin brandished a gun with chilling nonchalance, the weight of its deadly purpose hanging heavy in the air.
"Then, you can keep trying in your afterlife," Avgustin sneered, the threat hanging palpably in the air. "After I shoot you, I'll allow my pack to feed on your friends—all of them—thanks to your foolishness. I hope you're proud for once in your insignificant life."
Noah stood firm, his resolve unshaken but he needed to think. "We have something in common," he countered, his voice unwavering. "You got bitten, and so did I. Now we have a connection to those mutated wolves, isn't it? If I die, you'll be the only one left. And if you die, this lab won't be able to hold them back from attacking the open world. An experiment gone wrong." Noah declared, announcing his last sentence like a title.
Avgustin's lips curled into a twisted smirk. "We can get them to bite more people," he taunted, his arrogance palpable.
"No," Noah shook his head, his mind racing with desperate determination. "You spared my life for a reason. You could have killed me the moment your father had me on that table helplessly. But no, you allowed him to spare my life. Whatever it may be, if I die, it won't come to be."
With a cold click, Avgustin cocked the gun, his resolve unyielding. "You just can't live like an average person once you get bitten," he declared, his words dripping with mystery. "You would prefer death to it, believe me. The bite comes with great responsibility and danger, and you need a brain to put up with it. You don't have one Noah, we both know it."
Noah recoiled mentally, as he recalled all the moments Avgustine had told him, time and time again about him being good for nothing and unable to be a smart person.
As the tension reached its breaking point, Noah and Avgustin locked eyes in a battle of wills. In that fleeting moment, the world stood still, the echoes of their confrontation reverberating through the cavernous depths of the beach.
"He has the brain," Vincent asserted, stepping forward with conviction.
"He is responsible enough," Evan chimed in, his voice filled with determination.
"He has the heart it takes," Ethan added, his words resonating with unwavering belief.
"Danger? He seems to smoke it," Rafael remarked with a wry smile, his confidence unwavering. Avgustin's expression remained impassive as he lowered his gun, his eyes betraying a hint of uncertainty. "You'll regret this, Noah. The end is not always the end; it is only the beginning of a harder level," he warned cryptically.
With a swift motion, Avgustin raised the gun and aimed it directly at Noah's chest. The shot echoed through the air, and Noah stumbled backward, the impact sending shockwaves of numbness through his body. As he fell to the ground he heard his friends calling out to him in distress, the shore loomed ominously beneath him, as he watched in a daze his companions met the same fate.
His vision blurred and darkness encroached upon his consciousness, Avgustin approached him, his presence foreboding. With a chilling finality, Avgustin crouched before Noah, his words hanging heavy in the air. "We shall meet again," he declared before delivering a brutal blow to Noah's head, plunging him into unconsciousness...
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