AWAKENING[REVAMPED EDITION]

CHAPTER IX

NEXT DAY. HOUSE OF DARRIS COLLINSON.

Face to face they sat finally. One eating a blueberry muffin with a coffee and the other with an alcohol bottle in its hand.

"Why are you drinking are seven in the morning?"
Darris looked at his daughter with a smirk and lifted the bottle to is parched lips, "To celebrate Valentina", he answered bluntly and began to gulp down the strong liquor. "I just got out the hospital", he continued and grinned hard.

Rolling her eyes, Valentina hard too smile as she watched her father slowly become drunk. Shaking her head slowly, she watched as her father tumbled out his chair and struggled to stand, his legs seemingly not able to support his weight.

"Wait. Wait. Why are you even in my house again?", Darris slurred using the table to lean on. After finding a sense of balance he moved sluggishly out of the kitchen and into the hallway bumping and running into walls and pictures.

"Jesus Christ", Valentina sighed and got up and glided to the all way in which Darris sat drunk on the floor. "Come on", she groaned and pulled him up. Darris, after a minute of muttering finally seemed to get into the mindset of walking and continued to bop to the room. As she followed behind her drunk father Valentina's eyes focused on the window the lycan that killed her father came through.

The window had been covered by a clear piece of plastic but the broken shards could still be seem clear as day. "Stop thinking about it", she thought and stopped in the doorway of her father's bedroom watching her father bump into dressers and stumble until finally reaching the bed frame. Immediately he fell straight to sleep, the sound of breathing escaping his lips quietly making a whisper .

'Goodnight", she whispered and turned off the light before walking back through the darkened house and out the front door into the welcoming night.
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FOREST. MIDNIGHT OF SAME DAY.
A loud thud echoed throughout the wooded forest as Nico was thrown violently into a large oak tree. Slumped and broken against the bottom on the trunk, Nico spit out a warm wad of thick blood that sat in his mouth.

"HOW THE HELL DID HE SURVIVE!!!!!"

The voice boomed through the forest and rang in Nico's bloodied ears causing him to lift his tattered head. Blood ran down his face in streams as the deep gashes in his head slowly healed and he strained to see the huge figure that approached very position.

It's eyes red with rage and its teeth ready to rip him apart, the figure walked on all fours toward Nico who was too weak to move. When he was thrown into the tree the bones in his back had shattered instantly along with the small bones in his upper spine, he was paralyzed.

"I'll kill him. I promise", Nico said blood dripping off his lips, "I will." The figure still continued to crawl, it's huge form growing closer and close towering over Nico's useless body. As it neared Nico the figure raised itself to its full height and towered over his limp body.

Within seconds a huge hand with five dagger-like claws wrapped around Nico's neck and raised his body up off the ground towards its awaiting mouth. Saliva covered the large black lips that hid the huge sharpened teeth that waited underneath.

"If he is not dead by tomorrow, you will be", it growled and squeezed Nico's neck harder. "I will", Nico gasped struggling for air as he clawed the figures hand in which the wounds healed instantly. Holding him for a little while longer, the figure finally grinned showing its red-stained fangs and continued to squeeze Nico's neck until he stopped breathing.

"He better be dead", the figure snarled and crushed the fragile bones in Nico's neck. Nico's neck slumped to one side unsupported by the broken bones that stuck out in small lumps under his skin. Releasing his hand, the figure watched as Nico's body crumpled to the ground and laid still unmoving and unbreathing.

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NEXT DAY. FBI OFFICES.

"These are the suspects in the folder that the director gave to me before he passed away", Valentina announced to the huge crowd of FBI agents sitting in the colosseum-shaped auditorium. Looking behind her, Valentina watched as the black screen suddenly became active and displayed four images.

Each image showed various people, some black, some white, all lycans. Turning back around on the wide stage, Valentina watched as each FBI agent furiously took notes that described each image perfectly.

"We believe these people are affiliated with a larger lycan group and can lead us straight to them sop that we can dispose of them immediately. This is the same large group that we believe to have carried out the attack on military base that kill 200 soldiers and we also believe they were behind the murder of the director", she explained over the microphone.

With the last statement, every agent stopped writing and bowed their head in respect. Everyone except Nico who massaged his neck slowly and glared at her. His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, his forehead glistening with sweat.

"In order to prevent more attack  sand death, we must capture and detain theses few individuals", she continue, diverting her attention from Nico to the others that sat around him.

"Each of these assumed-lycan own small stores or businesses and appear as regular people. But do not be fooled, they are not. Theses people are extremely dangerous and should be approached with extreme caution", Valentina said. "You all will receive missions in order to bring down these individuals later today." With that she closed out the meeting and watched as everyone filed out the room but Nico.

In complete silence the two stared at each other until Valentina turned around and walked toward the exit on the side. Looking back toward the rows, Nico was nowhere to be seen. "Oh well", she muttered to herself and turned back toward the door to see him standing in the doorway, his face being illuminated by the soft red glow of the 'EXIT' sign.

"How's your father."

His voice was low and could barely be heard and Valentina strained to see what he had said. Quickly, she interpreted what he said and responded with a 'yes'.

He said nothing for a few seconds and then muttered, "Does he live at home again or is he somewhere else?"

"At his house, he lives alone still."

Nico said nothing more and walked through the exit still massaging his neck. Turning his head right, a loud cracking sound echoed through the dark hallway as Valentina continued to stand on the stage alone by herself.

-AUTHOR'S NOTE-

I haven't written in about a month and a half guys so please forgive me if I am off to a slow start. I am off from the military camp I'm attending until Tuesday of next week so I'll be posting a few more chapters!

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