The two men watched each other's faces quietly, eyes ablaze with rage. Wesker leaned back, looking over the male's face quietly. "We could have been such good partners, you and I."
"In your dreams." He muttered back, trying to pull his arms out of Wesker's firm grasp. He jerked his body to the side and Wesker slammed him down into the snow at the foot of the tree. Glaring up through the cold nipping at his face while his eyes burn slightly from the chilly air. He spent a few moments gathering his surroundings as the woman in the cloak approached, leaning down to help his father up to his feet. The slightest curl of blonde fell delicately out of the hood and he narrowed his eyes. He let out a sharp gasp of pain, mixed with shock as he felt Wesker twisting his left arm behind his back. He could make out the outline of an animal watching from the other side of the dark lake, head tilted to the side as it prowled the treeline to get closer. As it neared he could recognize a few features, similar to the wolf that was near where his mother had died. The one he had seen that night even, eyes ablaze with amber coloration as its brown fur stood out against the snow.
He squirmed under Wesker's arms and body as he turned his gaze back to the blonde-haired assailant. He pulled his left leg up towards his chest and pivoted his hips to the side to aim one single kick to his stomach, causing Wesker to let him go and stumble backward in the snow. He groaned as the pressure on his arm was relieved and struggled to move forward in the snow as he made his way towards the wild animal that raised its head and howled into the moonlit night. He could hear the snow crunching under his feet as he paused a few feet in between the wolf and the three people behind him, looking back to see his father watching him quietly. He heard a gruff whine and suddenly felt the prickle of fur brushing against his hand as a firm, stocky body pressed behind his thighs and pushed him forward again. He was suddenly made very aware of the noises surrounding himself, feeling the eyes of hundreds of things aimed at him alone. He pushed forward as Wesker yelled his name in protest.
"You're a coward just like your mother." The male abruptly stopped, the wolf's body crashing into his legs and nearly toppling them both over. He turned to glare at Wesker with his blood boiling in his veins.
"What did you just say?" His eyes sharpened into a feline frenzy as he began to trod back through the snow and right into Wesker's face. The two exchanged angered glares until finally, Wesker shoved him by the shoulders onto his back in the snow, holding him down as he grabbed a knife from his thigh. The male tried using his arms to no avail, struggling to push the man away. Wesker brought it up and jammed it roughly between the male's left rib cage, causing a shrill scream to echo out into the night air.
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Chris had gotten a hold of his superiors and had help on the way, having to wait in John's home with his son. The three of them were still heavily shaken up by the events that had happened. Chris was readjusting the couch when Judith stepped into the home, worry etched on her features as she approached her husband. "What happened?"
"It was an ambush, we were tracked down the mountain to your house. I don't know how they found us, the snow was falling too heavy to leave tracks." Chris anxiously looked towards the front door, feeling a knot tying in his stomach. He watched Jonah, who was hard at work cleaning the blood from the floor, with guilt in his eyes. If they hadn't come, that boy never would have had this happen to him. The young boy lifted his gaze to look quietly at Chris, tilting his head to the side with an innocence Chris hadn't anticipated. He pulled his gaze away and swallowed back the lump in his throat as he watched John as he explained everything to his wife.
The brunette crossed the room and walked to the front door, stepping outside on the porch and looking into the snow. There was a faint trace of blood on the ground, likely from his companion, leading down the pathway passed the helipad. He pursed his lips and crossed his arms over his chest, listening to the wind howling before a low wolf howl filled the air. Nerves bit along his arms as he went on edge, observing the treeline for any sign of the animal. He waited, breath held in as long as he could as he waited for the call of a second wolf or even the pack. He breathed out heavily as there was no follow-up howl. John stepped outside, holding Jonah on his right side as he observed the night.
"Looks like the wolves are out tonight." He mumbled softly, breaking the awkward silence. "I'm sure he'll be fine, most of us have good relations with the wolves out here. I'm sure your friend will be alright." He watched the treeline as a brown wolf bounded out into the moonlight, pelt shimmering from the snow melting on it. Raising its amber-colored eyes and huffing out a bark from its chest before lowering its head and circling itself eagerly before repeating the action a few more times. "Looks like he wants us to follow him." He mumbled, offering Jonah to Chris. The brunette took the young boy in his arms and watched John grab his rifle from inside the house. "You wait here with Judith. Tell her to start on dinner and I'll be right back." As his boot hit the first set of snow, the wolf barked more eagerly and pounded the snow with his front paws. As he spun more energetically and trotted into the trees John followed carefully behind him, rifle held firmly in his arms. Disappearing in the dark.
