THE LAST WOLF STANDING.2 ✅ Complete and Edited

🕐🕗:THE ROOT OF AN OLD RUSSIAN BUSH

Tick! Tock! Tick! Tock! Is the sound of the clock as time goes by slowly for the men that bled on the dirty drenched floor tied down to each other like monkeys in confinement awaiting their time to be slaughtered. Laughter so thunderous that even the might Thor, son of Odin would find it competitive, sounds in the room as a man in all black leather suit walks in through a rusted cold metal door. His jelled hair slick and combed well, leaving a small strand at the front dangling between his glowing blue eyes. "You know, it's such hubris that you of all people assumed I have a charitable heart. Radcliff is it? I am done playing chess with you. Where is my money?" The man growls at the end sending a wave of fear to the shaking group of five. His victims were roughed up so much they could barely see beyond near vision. "A-A-Am s-s-sorry sir but I ... I d-don't have the money sire." "Six months a go you walked up to my company claiming a loan for a business. The business was meant to have a 50% profit, profit we would share 30-70 since am so kind." "Sir p-p-please" "don't interrupt me when am demanding answers. As I was saying. Six months and not a penny to my name from you." His voice was subtle low but threatening enough to notify the man he was a steaming demon ready to ignite. This is why they warn people to stay away from loan sharks especially one with great offers. You never really know who you are loaning from until payment day. Yet Radcliff a sixty years old man with nothing to lose but his dignity found it ambitious to walk into his own death. They didn't care much for his worth just what he would bring to the table once grown. It looks like they judged wrong, he was just scum scrapped from the bottom of the earth. "People who want to live normally, breath normally, do as I say. You my friend are doing the opposite of that." He mumbles raising his face by his gloved hand. The wet bloody face eeking him. He prefers his blood clean, fresh and not from the source.

"I asked a straight forward question which obviously needed an answer I wanted to hear." The short beaten up man struggles with his binds with a great itchy urgency to wipe the blood of his face but instead coughs out more blood while trying to gather more courage to speak not just for himself. A mistake he should have not done as his eyes scout the boys reflected from his pupil. "Motivation. Which one is it going to be Radcliff, pick one?" The man urges his voice loud and demanding forcing a massive repeat of echo bouncing around the room. "No not one of them my Lord please, the debt was mine. I- I- I shall pay. I offer my-myself as tribute." He struggles unwilling to participate in betrayal. He lived with the four boys around him. His blood and flesh were their own. They were his greatest treasures and all because of his misdeeds they were tied, bloodied and close to death. He was not about to give up on one of them. Fate is indeed cruel and the future is indeed painful."Shall I pick one for myself? Pinky no that's wrong Picky picky ponky..." The man was dangerously good in grinding fear into a person's soul with how he dances around low subtle to childish chill. Right now his finger playing around the heads of his son's was not something he enjoyed watching.

He watches the playful action turn gore as his fingers land on the youngest. He looked around fifteen sixteen years of age. Even through the punches he could see the innocence of the young teen. The kindest of the four souls no he can't ... He can't give him up. Rambled Radcliff with his struggling vision as the man continues changing sight to another of his sons. The oldest of them all. He had seen it all, worked for the mayor's office and a renowned army veteran. "Father had don..." This, the man in black saw it all. Hmm absolutely predictable how human kind is always ready to debone another to save their skin. "Should I take the oldest?" "Done deal!!" Suddenly the old man shouts stopping his culprits for making this even harder for him. "The 1st born. Take him. The others are too young." He pleads "Well that's not how the song goes but I like the turn of events. Except I want the youngest. Take him kill the rest including the old brute." The man in black leather gives the order ignoring the loud outburst of father and sons. He always enjoyed the torment that followed his choices.punishing the scene of the parent he called it. "You are going to make a strong vampire. Make sure he is lined up for the next transformation."