Lykos ✓

Chapter Fourteen | Lacerate

One night of passion fell into another, another and another until Micah and Sandra had developed some type of routine. They started out in hotel rooms and transitioned to Sandra's small apartment. They both respected that each had a busy schedule and couldn't always be at each other's beck and call but there were a few nights where Micah and Sandra had a chance to dine and wine together. Tonight, was one of those fortunate nights.

Sandra had noticed that most of the times that Micah had to disappear for a medical emergency, it was due to a number calling. The secretive nature of his phone calls would've been alarming if Sandra didn't catch him answering one day. There was always the same guy on the other side of the phone call, a contact called R. She never had the guts to ask about it because she didn't want to spoil the current spell she was under.

This is just casual.

As casual as you could call fireworks.

Micah held their food in one hand and Sandra's hand in the other. Sandra had just finished her shift, so it was late in the evening. The ambience of the city never failed to shelter them from the reality that they hadn't faced. All that mattered was that they were together and more importantly, happy. The bubble of bliss didn't last long. The couple was a block away from Sandra's apartment when a lone man came out from an alleyway.

"Give me your wallet!" The mugger demanded, waving a blade around. He threw the knife between his hands, showing his ability of wielding the blade.

"No, I don't think I will," Micah replied. He wasn't threatened by a man with a knife. He had fought wars with his bare hands and survived. This man was nothing.

"Micah! Stop arguing." The large blade glinted under the moonlight, reminding Sandra of the imminent threat. This wasn't the time to play hero. The danger was right in front of him but apparently, he couldn't see past his ego.

"Listen to the pretty lady, also I want your watch." The longer the mugger stood waiting, the more items caught his eye. Sandra listened and started to unbuckle her watch. It wasn't a pricey piece, as it held fake diamonds around the face. She wouldn't miss it.

He didn't want Sandra to lose anything. He was here to protect her. Micah grabbed the mugger by his collar and whispered something. A word in greek. Everyone who lived in the darkness long enough knew what it meant. 

The promise of death.

"No! It won't happen. I won't let him find me," the mugger refused and with those parting words he stabbed Micah. However, it was too late. He had the mark of death. Micah would hunt him down soon enough. He had his scent memorised.

There was no escape from a Lykos.

Sandra gasped. Her emotions swirled in the pit of her stomach. She didn't know where to start. Actually, she did. She supressed her scream as Micah's shirt started to turn red. The adrenaline rush must be forcing Micah to feel fine. She had seen this before when she had been called to A&E.

"We need to get you to a hospital," Sandra gently suggested. If he argued with a mugger over his wallet, then she didn't doubt that he would start arguing with her with his own demands. His wounded pride would leave him with a literal wound if she didn't get his medical attention soon.

"No, I will stitch myself when we get home, it's a minor lacerate," Micah replied. Sandra didn't know that a simple stab wound would be healed by the morning. Micah always carried supplies with him. He needed to stitch himself up and get Sandra sworn into secrecy if he wanted to keep going with her.

"Micah, I don't think you understand. You have been stabbed. We need to get medical attention. You're going to need a blood transfusion. You're losing blood too quickly," she reasoned. As a doctor, Micah knew what exactly a human would need right now but that wasn't the same as what he needed. A bottle of alcohol, needle and thread would do.