Bab 34: Acting
As Lucas pondered, he heard the sound of something tapping on the window. He looked up. A blind wolf stood there upright. It's seven foot stature coupled with its claws curled in towards its chest was a chilling sight.
It stared blankly inside. Could it see them? The question crossed Lucas' mind briefly, but he ruled it out. It was a scary thought, however.
Both Lucas and Stella tried to remain as quiet as possible. Jonas was still asleep, so Stella made sure to keep him asleep. She hardly moved.
The cotton-eyes wolf seemed to scan the interior with its eyes. He could see the eyes tracking from one side of the cafe to the other. It couldn't see them. Was it… acting? It couldn't see them, but it acted like it was searching for them with its eyes as if it could see.
It knew they were in there. It could sense it. It just couldn't see. The wolf began to walk away, tapping the glass as it went along. It disappeared from sight, leaving the view of the window, but the tapping persisted. It tapped the brick wall.It could feel the difference between the glass and brick. They could hear the tapping for several minutes.
They sat in complete and utter silence. They didn't dare move a single muscle lest it make a noise. Lucas slowly pulled out his pistol and placed it on the table. Stella stared as he did this. Not a single word was exchanged, but she shook her head no. Bad idea.
They could hear the tapping move across the entire building. Tap. It touched glass. The front doors to the cafe were pushed open. The wolf walked in on its hind legs, slouched over so it could fit through the doorway.
Silence. It walked forward. Stella pulled the blanket Jonas was wrapped in over his face. The wolf kept coming forward. It bumped into a chair. The chair fell onto the hard wood floors. The metal legs colliding with the wood made for a loud impact.
Lucas did not move. He simply kept his hand over his gun.
The wolf pierced the chair and lifted it up. It ran its free claw down it plastic backrest, before pushing it off. It continued forward, coming ever closer to Lucas. Stella was sat on the far end of the cafe, and Lucas was more centered.
The wolf was searching the room in zigzags. It would cross from one side of the room to the other before moving up and it repeated this. It was slowly making its way toward Lucas.
He didn't know what to do. He looked at Stella. Her eyes darted to him and back to the wolf, then back to him. Lucas began to lift the pistol. Stella's expression was very serious. Her eyes were wide and her nostrils were flaring. She shook her head.
Lucas didn't acknowledge her objections. He held the pistol by only his fingers. His hands were sweaty. He was nervous. He kept raising it, and he raised his other hand to push the pistol into the right place in his grip.
He dropped it.
The pistol hit the table, a loud clank following, the wolf snapped its head in his direction. It didn't run at him. It stepped forward once. Then twice. It was staring at him the entire time. One grueling step at a time, it came toward him. It started speeding up. It was walking at a slow pace, but its speed kept escalating.
It finally hit his table. The table as well as the gun was flipped over. Lucas held his breath. The wolf was mere inches away from him. The exposed jaws had drool seeping from them. Lucas had his legs outstretched. He hadn't dared to pull them in. He didn't want to be heard.
The wolf was looking beyond him. It began to turn its head away from his direction. It was searching. Standing right in front of him and searching. Then the claws that were curled into its chest started to slowly release.
This subtle motion set Lucas' mind back to when it was at the window. Scanning the room with its blind eyes. Lucas immediately knew that in this moment; it was acting.
It suddenly swung its claw at Lucas. He fell backward in his seat as the claw cut through his chest. He threw a punch at the wolf and it missed. The wolf jumped on top off him and dug it's claws into his shoulders, severing the axillary artery. The only reason blood wasn't flowing like a river is because the claws patched the wound.
The wolf bit down on Lucas' face. It pulled a huge chunk of his lip off, as well as the tip of his nose. His front teeth were exposed and blood filled his nostrils. It bit down on him again, this time taking an eye with it. His lip began to reconstruct. He breathed with the blood in his nose, and his nostrils burned. He could taste the iron of his blood.
He was kicking at it. He tried to block the jaws of the wolf, but he could barely move his arms. He turned his face away from the wolf, exposing his neck. The wolf bit down on it as hard as it could. It tore right through the skin. Blood bubbled from the exposed flesh on the inside of his neck and leaked onto the floor.
The wolf swallowed the chunk as the gaping would in his neck began to heal. Lucas got his legs under the wolf and kicked with all of his might. The wind was blown out of the wolf, and it took some of the weight off of his upper body. This gave Lucas the chances to use his legs to push himself away from the wolf.
As he pushed, the claws cut their way out of his shoulders. It healed as soon as they were out of him. Being able to use his arms again, he threw multiple punches at the wolf. Holes appeared seamlessly, blood gushing from them. A hole appeared in its neck. Revenge.
The wolf fell over, dead. The fight felt extraordinarily long, but it only lasted a mere thirty seconds.
Lucas looked at Stella. She was still frozen in her seat. He was glad she didn't try to be the savior and kill the wolf herself, but it seemed out of character for her to just sit and watched. That's when he saw, through the flakes fading into the air from the dead wolf, a pack of three more of them standing just outside that window.
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