'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 37: A Few Good Kills (Dannity)

I caught a glimpse of the professor slowly progressing closer and closer to Jensen's back; raising what I thought was an oddly shaped chair, but the handle attached to it affirm that it was just an oversized piece of luggage.

WHACK!

He had brought the suitcase down as hard as he could manage against the back of Jensen's skull; momentarily stunning him his provocations at me, causing his cackling to slur with a rush of blood and saliva from his puckered-out bottom lip to slush out.

I leaped to the other car across from me as Jensen stared aimlessly but just as quickly as he was stationary, he whipped only Jensen's head around (like a hairy mannequin put together utterly incorrect) to his assailant.

I couldn't make out Jensen's expression, but from the Professors growing terror weaving along wrinkles on his face that I never noticed he had till now; Jensen (Blayke) was purely enraged by his actions.

"That was not very kind of you, sir..." he purred. ".... how about I show you how to really take it from behind..."

The professor descended backwards; one foot by the other, to 'back off.'

By now, I knew Jensen wasn't in control, as Blayke heaved in one swoop leap, revolving the rest of the body in one suave movement to be accurately intact once more; landing on his right foot, as the left stayed up in running position; as if he had been paused in some movie for a bathroom break; but this was no such occurrence as he took one exaggerated step after the other, mimicking the Professors, essentially prolonging the inevitable.

Then it hit me, Blayke was using Jensen's abilities to his advantage; Jensen was obviously a werewolf; doing what he does best: he was hunting; anticipating the kill – enjoying the chase.

With his back slapping against the hard metal, the professor had ran out of room to back away from the manic animal in front of him; and as that metal touched him, Jensen snickered, vastly closing the gap between them two, as he violently spun the professor; smacking his chest against the wall. The professor huffed from the explosive movements.

Jensen's right hand bending backwards, elongated his incredible reach as he flared those gleaming talons against the flashlights glow; rapidly plowing the needles directly into the Professors back, instantly breaking the bones as he tunneled through; then the sound of metal being raked across (imagine a disfigured burned psychopath stroking his knife fingers across pipes).

The agony behind the Professors belling shriek cascaded and dinged against any and all surfaces. An echo of it was even plainly heard within the wooded area nearby.

Jensen plucked his hand away; as the mutilated body plummeted to the metal floor; but Jensen's palm wasn't empty, as he lifted the organ to his mouth, licking ever so gently the vessels and shiny liquid off –

It's a heart...

He's going to eat...

THE PROFESSOR'S HEART?!

Like biting into a ripe apple, the gushing; ripping sounds whipped my stomach. Placing a hand over my mouth just to keep safely down whatever wanted to leap out.

My mind raced to Nikki placing her hand lifting to the hollow chamber...

Her heart!

Is this what happened to Nikki?

Another tear unexpectedly rushed out.

It was Blayke. It had to be him!