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Author: Ava Hunt
were wolf shifters around Henson needed to find and stop them. He knew they could be a threat if they snuck into town or some city. People would die before anybody could stop them and he couldn’t let that happen.
Chapter Three
The next day Henson woke up with the same headache he usually had. After a shower and breakfast it went away like normal, but the flashbacks didn’t. Those seemed to be there to stay, forever. He tried not letting it bother him and just continued about his day, enjoying it despite the dark visions he was seeing. Clawing and biting people, throwing their bodies into a mass grave… just decimating whoever he was sent after. His workouts didn’t seem to do anything to help get his mind off of things. Lifting large amounts of weight reminded his body of throwing enemies into the air, seeing the flashbacks happen as he did it and it forced him to quit his workout regimen. He had just started it anyway. He sighed and thought about what he might do throughout the day until his session.
He sat down and watched some television for a while, hoping against hope that it would help his flashbacks, at least for a moment. He had only been awake for a few hours by that point and had had several flashbacks he couldn’t control. Sometimes he could feel them coming on and sometimes he could control those ones, but not all the time. He sighed as he started getting frustrated about not being able to go to work, seeing Jacinda as the single person standing in his way. He didn’t understand how making him incapable of getting a job was supposed to help him get back to being normal, to him it seemed like the exact opposite of what they should do. He decided to go out for a walk to kill some time until his session, feeling like possibly trying to talk to his old superiors about getting out of it.
He walked outside into the warm breeze and just took in the sights and sounds. People clamoring all about walking every which way and going about their days. He just tried to feel normal and did as they did, he walked around. He knew most people there probably had a destination and he did too, it just wasn’t a physical destination. As he walked he lit up a cigarette just to keep with feeling normal. As he walked passed a convenient store he looked over and noticed Darren walking out. Darren wasn’t alone this time and had a group of guys with him, giving Henson a bad feeling immediately.
“Well, lookie here!” Darren said, reinforcing that bad feeling Henson was getting, “If it isn’t the old war dog out for a stroll… careful boys, this one barks.”
“Ugh…” Henson sighed as he tried to just keep walking but one of Darren’s boys stepped in the way and stopped him.
“Where do you think you’re goin? I’m talkin’ to you!” Darren said in as degrading as a tone as he could.
“You wanna…” One of Darren’s boys suggested, insinuating attacking Henson.
Internally Henson wanted them to attack him, pummeling them would be self-defense but he was still scared he would end up killing them and he didn't need to add to his already high body count.
“Nah, this punk bitch isn’t worth the bloody knuckles.” Darren said, glaring at Henson, who just chuckled and kept walking.
He couldn’t let Darren get the best of him. He knew it would cost him that regular life. Darren didn’t have much of a life either so Henson figured he was just trying to make sure nobody else’s was worth anything either. He continued his walk and headed out of town, looking for any signs of wolf shifters in the area. He looked for scat or tracks that would suggest they were there but couldn’t find anything. As he walked
Chapter Three
The next day Henson woke up with the same headache he usually had. After a shower and breakfast it went away like normal, but the flashbacks didn’t. Those seemed to be there to stay, forever. He tried not letting it bother him and just continued about his day, enjoying it despite the dark visions he was seeing. Clawing and biting people, throwing their bodies into a mass grave… just decimating whoever he was sent after. His workouts didn’t seem to do anything to help get his mind off of things. Lifting large amounts of weight reminded his body of throwing enemies into the air, seeing the flashbacks happen as he did it and it forced him to quit his workout regimen. He had just started it anyway. He sighed and thought about what he might do throughout the day until his session.
He sat down and watched some television for a while, hoping against hope that it would help his flashbacks, at least for a moment. He had only been awake for a few hours by that point and had had several flashbacks he couldn’t control. Sometimes he could feel them coming on and sometimes he could control those ones, but not all the time. He sighed as he started getting frustrated about not being able to go to work, seeing Jacinda as the single person standing in his way. He didn’t understand how making him incapable of getting a job was supposed to help him get back to being normal, to him it seemed like the exact opposite of what they should do. He decided to go out for a walk to kill some time until his session, feeling like possibly trying to talk to his old superiors about getting out of it.
He walked outside into the warm breeze and just took in the sights and sounds. People clamoring all about walking every which way and going about their days. He just tried to feel normal and did as they did, he walked around. He knew most people there probably had a destination and he did too, it just wasn’t a physical destination. As he walked he lit up a cigarette just to keep with feeling normal. As he walked passed a convenient store he looked over and noticed Darren walking out. Darren wasn’t alone this time and had a group of guys with him, giving Henson a bad feeling immediately.
“Well, lookie here!” Darren said, reinforcing that bad feeling Henson was getting, “If it isn’t the old war dog out for a stroll… careful boys, this one barks.”
“Ugh…” Henson sighed as he tried to just keep walking but one of Darren’s boys stepped in the way and stopped him.
“Where do you think you’re goin? I’m talkin’ to you!” Darren said in as degrading as a tone as he could.
“You wanna…” One of Darren’s boys suggested, insinuating attacking Henson.
Internally Henson wanted them to attack him, pummeling them would be self-defense but he was still scared he would end up killing them and he didn't need to add to his already high body count.
“Nah, this punk bitch isn’t worth the bloody knuckles.” Darren said, glaring at Henson, who just chuckled and kept walking.
He couldn’t let Darren get the best of him. He knew it would cost him that regular life. Darren didn’t have much of a life either so Henson figured he was just trying to make sure nobody else’s was worth anything either. He continued his walk and headed out of town, looking for any signs of wolf shifters in the area. He looked for scat or tracks that would suggest they were there but couldn’t find anything. As he walked
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