Death has a Name

Chapter 4: The Hunt

A year later Jaxson sat in an hotel lobby in Arizona. His black hooded sweater on him and a gun hidden in the holster on his side next to his dead heart. Still a reaper Jaxson was strong and had killed many creatures on his way. Still the world was large and had about a third of the worlds population controlled by these scum. Jaxson had a vendetta and he wasn't about to forget it.

"Ryan Martin?"

Jaxson looked up that was him he changed his name time to time to keep reapers off his tail and so far it worked the dark world he was in only knew him as the gunman. That was what he wanted for them to know him as and nothing else. No one knew his real name and he planned to keep it that way no matter what.

"Yes that's me," Jaxson said standing up.

The young reseptionist checked him out and he could tell she liked what she saw.

"Umm your room is on the second floor number 126."

Jaxson smiled and took the key from her, thanked her and headed upstairs. It was annoying seeing the world through his eyes cause he saw so much more then he liked to but sometimes it needed to happen. The darkness he saw was necessary.

Jaxson headed to room 126 and as he opened the door he remembered when life was easier much easier. Still in a way this wasn't bad at least he got to see more of the states.

As he walked into his room for the night he noticed it was more elegant than expected. Crimson satin sheets on the heart shaped bed, a large 55" flatscreen Television just opposite the bed and a pack of condoms on the dresser.

'What fucking room did I get I just wanted something nice not hot and horny,' Jaxson thought to himself.

He was never getting a room last minute ever again. Mainly because this was ridiculous as hell. Slightly irate Jaxson closed the door and headed back to the lobby. That's when he noticed her a woman with beautiful golden hair still that wasn't what caught his attention. It was the glow she radiated.

Her glow was silver which meant werewolf and knowing werewolves they where never alone they always had a pack. Seconds later 4 more werewolves all beefy as hell appeared walking through the lobby towards the woman. The smell of werewolf lingered on the air in the lobby luckily humans couldn't smell it.

Jaxson's gun weighed heavily in it's holster. He could kill these beasts now or wait. Although he'd love to kill them now; he knew he'd draw two much attention to himself cause even if humans couldn't see his weapons they could still see a body turn to ash and he didn't really wanna answer those questions.

He waited for them to leave and walked to his room. He would track them down when it was night time. He knew how and by their strong smell he had an idea where they where and tonight he would hunt and kill them all.

Hours passed as the day went by Jaxson ordered room service while reluctantly sitting on the heart shaped bed and waited for the first howl. This wasn't why he was here but it was a great way to stretch his legs before he went after his real target a reaper he had been searching for for the few months. His name Isaac Molanian a ruthless reaper who called on werewolves to do his dirty work. He had killed many, many humans and creatures and always got away with it some way or another.

He would die soon enough and hopefully this small pack would lead him directly towards him.

Finally the first howl happened and he knew it was time to hunt. He open the door to the balcony and looked down it was a leap but reapers, well they have a way with resisting pain. Jaxson planted a hand on the rail and jumped down landing firmly on his two feet.

Sniffing the air he caught a whiff of a werewolf a smell he had smelt many times before. Jaxson booked it in the direction of the werewolves listening for the howls and following the scent that they gave off. Finally he stopped a gunshot away from the fowl beasts.

They where sniffing the air searching for a meal and that's when Jaxson heard it a mans voice Isaac's voice in fact. He had heard it on network television many times due to the fact that he was a member of the Arizona police force; hell he was the chief. So Jaxson was very familiar with it due to him being on the news always covering up murders. Drawing his M1911 he prepared for a fight.

"Gunman? Come out I know you're here," Isaac yelled out.

Great Isaac already knew that Jaxson was there. Standing up Jaxson walked into the open M1911 in his right hand.

"So your Isaac."