Crossfire

It Begins

Dante stepped outside and rubbed his forehead tiredly. He couldn't believe his brother would've done something that terrible. And to make things worse, the cops and the hospital didn't like him too much anymore.
He sipped from his wine bottle, which Laurance had given him for his birthday last month. Suddenly, arms grabbed him by the waist and a hand was clamped over his mouth. He bucked in resistance and the bottle fell to the ground, shattering and sending shards of glass everywhere.
"Woah, easy baby brother," Gene's haunting voice soothed.
Dante tried to scream but Gene spun him around and decked him with a single punch.
As his vision faded, he heard him speak.
"Lights out, kiddo."
...
Aphmau strolled over to Dante's place. She was worried about him, as he'd been pretty out of sorts lately with all that was happening with his brother.
She saw the puddle of wine on the ground and the shards of glass and she knew something was wrong.
Even more so when she saw the blood.
"HELP!" she screamed.
At least nine cops rushed over.
"Stand back," Jillian warned.
"Definitely signs of a struggle. Poor kid probably got his ass kicked," Dave said somewhat sympathetically.
Aphmau reeled.
Jillian stood and rubbed her shoulders.
"Don't worry sweetheart. We'll find them. We'll get your friend back, one way or another,"
"JILLIAN!" another cop shouted, running up to them.
"What is it Carver?" she asked.
"We've got three other people missing from the street," he panted.
"Who?" she inquired.
"Of course we have your missing guy, but we're also missing Zane Ro'Meave, Katelyn, and Travis," he answered.
Aphmau began to hyperventilate.
"Breathe, Aphmau, breathe. We'll find these sons of bitches," she soothed.
She nodded and took a deep breath.
Damn straight Jillian.
...
Aphmau paced around Aaron's living room as he sat on the couch in silence.
"I mean, why Katelyn? He barely knows her! And Travis, well he was harmless and Zane was always following him like a lost puppy but it doesn't make any sense does it? Like, why--"
"Aph."
"What?!" she gasped, out of breath.
"Calm down," he said smoothly.
"I need some air," she decided, walking out into the backyard.
She leaned against the tree under which she and Aaron used to sit for hours playing video games. She felt so helpless. Her friends were missing, her other friends, maybe her family were in danger, and she couldn't do jack shit to help them.
All of a sudden, there was a gray blur...then nothing.
...
It'd been fifteen minutes since Aphmau had went outside.
Aaron sighed and stood up. He went out the back door and looked around the yard. Nothing. He carefully walked over to the tree and looked at it. There were deep claw marks in the trunk.
"DAMMIT!" he yelled, punching it.
He knew those claw marks. Balto. He should've known. That jackass.
He may not have been a werewolf, but he spent enough time in the class. He could smell that bastard from miles away.
He started off at a run and pulled out his phone.
"Garroth, get Laurance and meet me in the woods. Breathe a word of what's happening to the police and we'll never find them. Uh huh. Alright, see you there," he said.
Garroth obeyed, but he also took Vlyad. Never know when you could use and extra hand.