Denouement of the Moon

Chapitre Trois

Third Person Point of View

Empty, almond eyes focused on the screen of the tiny monitor which portrayed images of the alley adjacent of the pharmacy. Her face, heavy with emotion shakes in disagreement unable to come to terms with the matter that was occurring.  Frail, calloused hands rub at her eyes in hopes the possible hallucinations would disappear. Glasses were once again perched on the brim of her nose, her vision heightened, yet her eyes continued to betray her.

The adolescent teen that previously entered the store in desperation for a refill was no more. Now, in her place, a creature coated in ashen fur stood on four legs. While this rendered her speechless, it was its eyes that shocked her the most.  A pair of bright red eyes, ones that could pass as rubies, shone effortlessly in the dark, focused intently on the group of boys in sight.  

The creature growled deafeningly into the night, demonstrating canines flaring in threat; conversely, while she stumbled back in the chair in utter fear, the boys remained completely unscathed.  It was as if this was no surprise for them, but rather an ancient tale told amongst their people for years to come.

She waits in suspense for a figure to move, but nothing occurs. For a moment she believes the footage has frozen, however, is proven otherwise as a portion of the boys step back, leaving a lone figure ahead.

The young man leaps into the air with ease, his bones cracking at angles impossible to achieve, as he transforms into a creature of the moon himself.  It steps forward in defiance, a hostile smirk visible, jeering the she wolf to make a move.  Sensing the mockery, the she wolf snarls in sheer fury, heated at the sign of disrespect. 

The he wolf springs hastily into the air catching her by surprise as it sinks its teeth deeply into the she wolf's neck.  The woman watches in pity as the she wolf howls in pain and attempts to fight back, but even she is aware who holds the upper hand.  The she wolf is continually thrown about like a rag doll, its body adorned with additional wounds and scratches as time weighs on.

A window is shattered in the background, immediately snapping her out of the daze.  The woman turns back, hearing steps approach the door that wave entrance to the room she watches from.  A commotion follows the steps as the trespasser seemingly knocks shelves down casually making their presence known.

 Her frail body shakes in fear. The young woman searches around for something, anything, that will help her defense and just maybe help her survive. Her eyes settle on a small lamp sitting on top of a metal desk. She reaches her hand forward, removing the finial, and grips it tightly against her chest.  Crouching quietly behind the desk, she awaits the trespasser to make its way inside, but as time passes the noises stop altogether.  She feels relief as the danger appears to be gone, thanking the heavens for sparing her life.

Within seconds, the feeling is gone as a hand clasps into her hair and pulls her up into the air. The lamp is tossed aside with no care as she is held back into the trespasser's body in a tight grip. She struggles against the embrace as the hand beside her begins to grow claws where fingernails were once present. The yell resonating from the base of her lungs is cut short as those same claws split her throat open mercilessly. The body falls into the ground with a thump, a pile of red growing as blood is poured out.

The pharmacist is no more.

The trespasser smirks down at its act of vanquish, pride filling their entire being.  Their cold, hard eyes focus on the screen displaying the careless wolves that almost exposed their existence. In a haste, their fist comes crashing down; nonetheless, the monitor and its recording are destroyed into pieces.