[Supernatural meets The Boys]
Nobody is stupid enough to venture into unknown territories, except for Ilya. Don't get him wrong! He never meant to enter that mysterious village.
Fate led him there to save, or be saved.
"Peekaboo!"
Beast is a cruel c...
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All wobbly on his feet, Ilya felt hungover from the disease Debra had infected him with. The Z virus, as he recalled from the documents he read back at that hospital of horrors, was slowly but surely claiming his organs.
His eyes must have been playing tricks on him because there was a new entity in the living room of this already crowded apartment. A huge brown figure with broad ears folded in the middle, a large flaring snout, and long tusks protruding from a drooling mouth. The head was that of a wild mad pig, but the creature walked on two legs, shaking the floor beneath it. Ripped clothes revealed a muscular structure that served as a shield under those pounds of fat. A creature so mighty that the werewolf in front of him seemed small in comparison.
The more Ilya stared at the creature, the faster his heart raced.
"What... is... happening?"
The roars and squeals gave him a headache. He covered his ears and hoped the voices would stop. Suddenly, a heavy thud at his feet startled him.
A fully transformed werewolf bled on the floor.
Ilya fell on his back. His legs betrayed him. He couldn't believe his eyes. Clutching at the curtains behind him, Ilya pulled himself away from... Beast.
Even in his deteriorating condition, Ilya never forgot about Beast—the psycho who enjoyed toying with him like a mouse between a cat's paws. The shock of seeing him again drained the color from his face.
The werewolf groaned as he tried to rise.
With a trembling hand, Ilya pulled the curtains to hide and prayed hard, "Please, don't come back. Oh, please. Please. Don't come back."
Heavy footsteps approached, each landing on the floor like an earthquake. A series of hefty breaths followed. Pig was heading toward his target—the boy of Russian descent—with the intent of crushing him into a mushy mess.
The werewolf bounced back up and inhaled, letting out a powerful roar.
"Leave him alone!"
With a monstrous voice, Pig replied, "TRAITOR!"
Pig charged at Beast with a ferocious cry. His hooves pounded against the floor. The chairs by the window flew as Pig's body slammed into them. His tusks punctured the window's wooden frame. He was stuck there for a second until he pulled and ripped a piece of wood with them. Realizing that he missed hitting both targets, Pig turned around. He turned and turned, fuming with erratic movements, until his last breaths came out as piercing cries.
Then he heard a startled scream that was cut short. There, behind the couch.
Beast covered the boy's mouth, but it was too late. Pig was already sprinting towards them on all fours.
Beast jumped from behind the couch and tackled the larger beast to the ground. Then he instantly held him in a headlock. Beast's speed was his only advantage in this fight.
