Enchanter

Chapter Thirty-Four

Part 2 or 3 of the Conclusion!

Though he was ill prepared from months of healing, Robin refused to let his Alpha travel into the rogue's headquarters all alone. Right behind Alpha Cedric and Aaric, he charged into the rogue's trap. Despite being caught off guard, the rogues were quick to fight back and were able to trap them all in a cage as it dropped from the ceiling the moment they opened the door.

Aaric was pulled out and stuffed into an incubator. The Leader of the Rogues sealed the door shut and snickered, "This was far too easy." Stepping up to the glass door illuminating Aaric's imprisonment, it smirked. "I thought you were going to at least put up a fight. I was counting on it actually. Or wait...is it because your little mate isn't around, so you are no longer as strong as you once were?"

"Should we wait for the boy to come back?"

"No," it stated. "The boy's gone. We can drain him later. With his mate dead, he'll soon die as well, and we drain his power source from there."

"How is that supposed to work?" Alpha Cedric questioned. "If he's dead, you can't take anything from him."

"Shut up!" the Leader of the Rogues howled. It barred its teeth at him, but no one found it to be intimidating. The Leader was upset, though he did not show it. And when he glanced back at Aaric, all he could detect was minor annoyance on the Alpha's face. Chilling to the rogues, yet relieving to the pack.

Due to his small, easily ignorable size, Clive hiked over piles of dead bodies that laid on the ground as he followed his where his leaders ran down the hall. Spotting them through a clearing in the doorway, he knew the only way to free them would be due to Azalea and Anton's strength. So he continued to trudge on through the halls, hiding behind walls whenever he heard someone coming.

I guess I should be lucky I'm not a beta, he thought to himself, or else I would have been caught ages ago. Making his way down a long white hallway, he groaned and began to peek into each room through the tiny window on each door. After looking through them all and finding no one around, he brought his hands up to his hair and groaned. "Where the hell are they?"

The door of one of the cells flew off its brackets and into another door, sending both doors into the vacant room across the hall. Peeking his head into the door, his jaw dropped to the floor when he found Azalea standing inside the debris covered room with Anton right by her side.

"Hey, Clive," she chirped. "What's up?"

"Um..." he dragged out, not sure on how to respond.

"Clive, please do not tell me that Aaric is here," Anton demanded, but he knew deep down that it was the only reason he was there. Grabbing Azalea's wrist, he dragged her down the hall. "Come on. You still have one more fight in ya?"

"Obviously," she snorted, cracking her neck. "I'm ready to crush some skulls."

As calm as Aaric appeared on the outside, he slowly began to panic on the inside. Time was running out, and in only a few short minutes, his powers would soon be drained. He would watch the rogue tinker with the mechanics, and when the leader finally turned to him with a smirk, he knew he was doomed.

The lever was flipped, and Aaric cried out in pain as he felt the machine slowly drain him of his power. Electric sparks fired at his skin. He sweated it out, little bits and pieces of his power and strength leaving him. It would only be a matter of slow, tantalizingly painful hours until he was completely powerless and killed by non-merciful hands.

The machine soon began to spark, growing out of control. The rogues stepped back, except for one who tried to the best of its capabilities to shut it down. Yet the moment it touched a lever, it was completely fried, falling to a heap of death on the ground.

"Alright, who's next?" Azalea roared as she entered the room, flailing her arms about. "I just murdered twenty revenants on my way over here. If you do no think I am psyched up, then you all best be clinically insane!"

"What are you talking about?" Alpha Cedric exclaimed.

"What predicament have I found myself in?" Robin groaned.

"Who are you supposed to be?" a rogue scoffed.

Upon hearing the disrespect in its voice, she dropped her arms and stared at it in such a sarcastic manner that it felt its blood run cold. "Your worst nightmare," she stated with a snap of her fingers. Just like that, its brain exploded inside his head, its eyes popping out its head and little droplets of brain gunk spilling out of its ears, nose, and mouth before falling to the floor.

Pointing at the others, she asked, "Who's next?"

"What?" the Leader of the Rogues questioned. She turned around to face its annoying smirk. "You think you can just wave your hands around and stop me? Bitch, you don't have it in you to kill me."

"Even if that were true, you have someone else to worry about," she deadpanned.

Cocking an eyebrow her way, a sweat chilled it to the bone as it felt the heavy, heaving breath of a wolf against the nape of its neck. Slowly turning around to face the wolf, it gulped upon seeing the illustrious black wolf. No longer was he small like a toaster, rather large like a minivan. He towered over the rogue, snarling at it as he pulled his feet back, prepared to take charge.

Grabbing hold of a lever on the machine, the rogue ripped it off and stabbed Anton in the chest. Aaric could feel it in himself, and he pounded on the glass, afraid of how it may have harmed his mate.

Unbothered by the action, Anton charged at the rogue, sending it into the wall. Shifting midfall to the floor, the rogue charged back at Anton, biting down on his ankle. Anton lifted his paw and threw it into the hallway. He charged after the rogue, biting down on its beige ear and ripping it off.

The rogue charged back into Anton, pushing the lever further into his chest. Anton howled in pain, but with the rogue towering over his neck, he chomped down, ripping skin and flesh off, but not killing it yet. Though close. The bleeding would not allow him to do much more. Though there seemed to be a bit more of a fight left in him.

Pouncing onto the rogue, he began to dig into its stomach, unraveling its stomach and intestines. He watched as it inhaled its last raw breath before transforming, pulling the lever out his chest and smashing it against the dead rogue's head.

Dragging his feet back into the examination room, he spotted Azalea's eyes rolled into the back of her head, dead rogues piled at her feet, and the three wolves staring anywhere but at her in horror.

When Aaric sensed his mate making his way back into the room, he grew panicked as he watched the blood pour out of Anton's stomach due to big, gashing hole, and the life slowly drain from his eyes. He ducked as Anton lifted the lever to the glass door of the incubator, collapsing into the glass shards as he died at the feet of his mate.