The Creed Chronicles #2: The High Council

Chapter 25

Sydney Cronin in the pic above
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I woke up with a start and looked around the room I was in. It was stuffy and very moist. That's a funny word. Look at me, I'm in danger and I have time to laugh at a word. I tried to move but there were chains on my wrists and heels, which made it hard to get up. After much effort and a lot of grunting and, quite frankly, a lot of farting, I got up and looked around the room in more details. I was obviously underground, that much was obvious. If not for the smell and the moistness of the room, then it would be obvious because that's the generic bad guy thing to do.

There were some boxes in the other corner of the room that had the emblem of a very popular delivery business in the states called UPS. So now I know I'm in the states and in a UPS warehouse. I wonder why he didn't just take me to the headquarters of the council. Maybe Isaac had taken care of the members that wanted Lycaon back. If that were true, then that would mean that Lycaon is by himself, and my pack would be more than enough to take him down. The only problem was that they had no idea where I was. Speaking of people not knowing where others are, I still had no idea where Lycaon was. The chains he put on me suppressed my hybrid abilities, so I couldn't hear much.

"Ohh, Lycaon!" I yelled out. I waited for about half a minute to see if he would come down before I called out again,

"I would have thought you would take this time to gloat. You know, since this is the only time I will be weaker than you."

I waited for a couple of seconds, still nothing.

"Guess you turned a new leaf then." I called out again,

"New you is a lot nicer. Calmer. I guess you and your son have a lot in common."

That seemed to do it, cause he forcefully opened the door and walked right up to me,

"I am nothing like my back stabbing son." He said.

"That got your attention." I said with a smile.

"What, did you just want to see me?" He asked.

"What, I can't have Stockholm syndrome?" I asked back, maintaining my smile.

"I'm truly touched." He said sarcastically,

"But that won't get you out of dying by my hand."

"Okay, before we start the ceremony of killing, I got a question for you." I said. He nodded for me to ask it,

"All I did was evade my execution date. Your own son conspired to kill you, tricked me into his plan and actually succeeded in killing you. If I had another chance at life, I would go after him instead."

"Oh, don't worry, my son will get what he deserves." Lycaon said,

"But you've caused me way too much trouble for me to let you go. I have to kill you."

"Then get over it then. You do know the more you wait, the more of a chance I will escape."

"Do you want to die?" He asked.

"I don't have much of choice in that, now do I?" I asked,

"Might as well help you with your little plan."

"Alright, whatever the King asks." Lycaon said. He took a deep breath and was about to stick his hand in my chest, but I flexed my chest and roared, sending a shockwave his way. He flew to the other side of the room.

"Intermissum." I whispered to the chains. They broke off and I got up, shaking my feet a bit and regaining balance.