Death has a Name

Chapter 5: Blood and Darkness

Issac had black long hair and a lean muscular body that would put fear into most mortals but Jaxson was different he knew Issac had years and years of experience in the game of death but Jaxson wasn't about to let himself get killed not by this dinosaur.

"So Gunman what do I owe the pleasure?" Issac remarked with a creepy grin that stretched across his thin angular face.

Jaxson smiled, "I'm here to kill you and your little dogs too."

Issac and the 5 werewolves looked at each other to only burst out laughing. They thought it was funny that he wanted to do this and honestly it kinda was. Issac wasn't someone to take lightly, hell he was a straight up mad man. Still Jaxson just smiled, he aimed his gun with incredible speed and blasted a werewolf unexpectedly hitting the werewolves arm turning it to ash. The werewolves glared at me with dark brooding eyes and the one that lost his arm didn't look pleased either.

"Now that wasn't very kind gunman," Isaac said sounding slightly amused.

"Well now that's to bad cause I'm gonna kill you all."

"Kill him," Isaac smiled with interest and immediately the werewolves obeyed charging at Jaxson with break neck speeds.

Jaxson jumped in the air and attempted to flipped over his targets only to have a werewolf jump after him and swat him to the ground hard. He landed on his back, pain flying through his entire body. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid not doing that again,' Jaxson thought to himself as he looked around dazed.  The werewolves stood close in a pouncing position ready to strike at a single word. Slowly Jaxson stood his body healing from the beating.

"Oops." Issac said smugly, "this is the difference between me and you. I have power and allies you are all alone to fight a battle that you can't hope to win."

Issac pointed at me and the werewolves charged again but this time I was ready. I holstered my gun in a split second and threw a punch towards the closest werewolf. That was the problem with werewolves when they charge they have trouble turning.

My fist connected with the snout of the werewolf and as I did this the others screeched to a halt as their comrade hit the ground in a heap of blood and fur. Drawing my gun I quickly planted a bullet in its head to watch it turn into a black charcoal coloured ash.

One down 3 and a one armed one left. Jaxson had to stay on top of his game or this would be his last fight. Still away from the fight Isaac's devilish grin made Jaxson uneasy. Almost as though he was manipulating his emotions with fear tactics.

That was it fear that's what Issac was doing. He was instilling fear in Jaxsons heart and now that he knew this he focused on home. (The waves crashing onto the beach and the beautiful women.) He was back and as the next werewolf lunged at him Jaxson moved out of its way and kicked the beast in the side hard enough to send him to the ground.

He aimed his gun but before the shot rang out one of the other werewolves lunged for him and clamped down hard on his wrist causing Jaxson to drop his gun. Punching the beast forcing it to let go Jaxson kicked it hard enough to send it a few feet away.

As he did this the other two werewolves jumped on his back tearing into him with their razor sharp claws. His blood drenched his clothes and some of the ground around him as the two werewolves brought him to his knees.

With each hand he grabbed the werewolves on his back and tore them off of his back causing pain to shoot through Jaxsons body even more. Pinning both werewolves down he punched them continually until they where just a mattered mess on the ground.

His face and body covered in blood and sweat and most of Jaxsons outfit torn to shreds he stood picking up his gun to see the other two werewolves attempting to get up to save their pack members. They would be too late as Jaxson fired off two shots into the beasts killing them and turning them to ash.

Tearing off his shirt and hooded sweater to reveal his healing wounds and muscular abs; Jaxson waited as it started to rain covering the battle in a thick downpour. The last two werewolves looked at each other trying to figure out who should attack first and ultimately decided both of them.

Another mistake because as they lunged through the air Jaxson aimed his M1911 in a quick succession and blasted the werewolves down only to have them turn to ash before they hit the ground.

Jaxson looked towards where Issac was only to see that he wasn't there. Suddenly a splitting pain shot through Jaxsons back as he saw a lance stab through him. The pain was excruciating causing him to fall to his hands and knees in agony. It was Issac, in all the chaos he had managed to get the drop on Jaxson.

"Death, isn't it fun, although you know that if we die we just cease to exist," Isaac said calmly his long black hair dripping with rain water making him look even more horrific.

"B-beats dealing with you," Jaxson replied pointing his gun at Issac only to have it knocked out of his hand.

Issac smiled and as he yanked the lance from Jaxsons back he moved to attack again but this time Jaxson grabbed Isaac's lance and slowly and painfully stands. He smirked at Issac and punched him hard in the gut causing Issac to cough up blood. This was just what Jaxson needed because as Issac reeled in pain he loosened his grip on his lance allowing Jaxson to take it.

With a swift kick and a moan in pain Jaxson sent Issac to the ground. Standing over him he went to stab Issac through the skull only to have a bullet pierce his shoulder causing Jaxson to reel back in pain dropping the lance. Blood dropped from the wound as Jaxson looked at Issac laying on the ground the lance through his skull by pure fluke holding Jaxsons gun as he slowly turned to ash.

Jaxson smiled in pain holding his arm it wouldn't take long to heal but it still hurt. Grabbing his gun Jaxson headed back to the hotel his blood being washed off by the rain. His target was dead and now he needed a new one. It shouldn't be hard most reapers are usually politicians or powerful figures.