Chapter Five

The door buckled and cracked even more, Hawk’s fists where tightening with every blow to the door, Luce was staring contently at the door handle, even though she knew clearly that Simon wouldn’t go for the door, he’d smash through it, and Kirsty, well the Alpha was planning how many times to kill Simon before she’d let him go.
Again the door was hit, and this time it smashed through, splinters flew through the air, along with a bloody police body. The body hit the wall, just above Kirsty and went to hit the floor with a fair amount of speed, she dropped to the floor and rolled forward, forgetting for a moment that a werewolf Simon was waiting in the now dark interrogation room. She turned and he lurched at her, fangs bared, mouth open in an attack.
That confirmed a lot of things in a minor amount of seconds. 1, Simon really did want to kill her, 2, Simon was really insane and 3, she was going to harm him till her arms hurt. Again she rolled to the side, as Luce smashed a trainered foot into the top of his head. Simon buckled and hit the floor, scrabbling at the tiled, now bloody, floor, he shot forward and Hawk caught him around the neck, tugging him to the side. Simon snapped at him and fangs sunk into Hawks lower left arm. He cried aloud and let go, mostly in shock of what happened. Kirsty looked at him briefly as she jumped up, diving for Simon as he began to run into the police station. Hawks eyes flashed a brighter green as his shirt tore and the large golden wings began to sprout. She looked enough to see Luce push him into the interrogation room that wasn’t missing a door. She went I with him, either to calm him down or help him change. Kirsty continued to follow Simon as he streaked through the station, tearing police worked out off the air and throwing them onto the floor. He ripped muscles and broke bones of people he didn’t even know.
Finally he got to the front doors and crashed into the open air of Wolfe Creek. Simon stopped briefly as Kirsty began to leap down the 5 steps up the station, inhaled then took off across the street. Luckily, or unluckily there where no cars going down the main street as he ran, but as Kirsty began to go a wonderfully large blue Jeep came roaring out of nowhere and hit her side on.
Having been propelled into the air, Kirsty managed to shift her weight and land, rather heavily, on the roof of the Jeep. The four-wheeler shook and then went steady as she leapt from it, leaving two, rather indented, boot prints on the centre of the roof,
‘Fucking cars,’ she muttered, running after Simon, his scent over powering anything else. She tried to concentrate as she ran, tried to fix onto Simons mind to see where he was headed. It was near impossible though, near impossible to contact any pack member, ex or current while they where in wolf, only a few disrupted images usually. And that’s all she got, a flash of Stone Haven, then off another place, almost all white corridors after corridors with unlabeled doors, then a very disorientated image of some paper with writing on it. She tried to concentrate harder put Simon either pushed her out or ran into something because everything went blank. Blinking rapidly and sniffing the air for his scent, Kirsty rounded the corner and almost fell into Hawk’s golden wings.
They flapped one or twice and Luce came around the side of him, in wolf form, tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth. Kirsty looked from her friend to hawk and saw a black bushy tail flop a couple of times then go still. Hawk had Simon.

Slamming the cage door shut, Trey turned to Kirsty and nodded a little walking past her and going to stand next to the stairs that lead up into the kitchen. She took in a deep breath and looked at the rocking form of Simon. When you think of crazy or psychotic people you see them in your mind’s eye rocking back and too, muttering to themselves crazy as hell. When Kirsty looked at Simon she saw that, minus the muttering part. His eyes where wide, as if they’d surgically been enhanced to stare continuously
‘Simon,’ she said softly and got no reply, ‘SIMON,’ she almost yelled it, with such an effort not to tear open the cage and grab him. He looked at her, and growled low in his throat, baring his white teeth and gritting them. He was more feral beast then anything now.
‘Simon answer her questions of I’ll chop off something you’ll miss,’ trey said darkly from his shadowy place near the stairs. Kirsty waved a hand at him to be silent and stepped forward,
‘Simon who did this to you,’
‘Perry,’ he muttered simply,
‘Perry? Who’s Perry Simon?’
‘Perry,’ he repeated,
‘Yes Simon you’ve told me this, who is Perry?’
‘Perry,’ he just said it, simple as that, as if it answered everything that Kirsty asked. She sighed and stepped back, rubbing her eyes a little as she did.
When they’d brought him back to Stone Haven, everyone had voted on putting him in the cage, so he wouldn’t do anything “psychotic”. The cage was a 4 x 4 x 4 box with bars all around, attached to the floor and usually pad locked shut. Only bad things went in the cage, to keep them from the pack or to keep the pack from them. They hadn’t used it until they brought Simon back from Wolfe Creek. They just had in-case; in-case of anything drastic was needed.
And obviously this was a drastic time. Simon turned away and began to rock again, this time muttering something to himself. Crouching down, Kirsty lent forward and strained her ears to hear what he was saying,
‘Gonna get me, gonna hurt me, needles, Perry, Perry, no Jesus no, please….’ Simon trailed off into muttering words even Kirsty couldn’t make out,
‘Clearly he’s insane,’ Trey said loudly, stepping out of his silence and walking towards Kirsty, dressed in his usually white vest and jeans with that thick leather belt. His feet where bare.
‘No, not insane, he’s either delirious or has been broken in too many ways to say,’ She replied, hands on her hips as she stood. Turning away from the mutt in the cage she sighed and moved towards the steps. She was halfway up when she heard a crash of metal and trey grunting. She turned and a fully changed Simon came flying at her. He latched onto her lower arm and tore easily through her skin. Fighting back a scream of rage, Kristy flung herself off the stairs and with Simon’s weight it was difficult. Sure she could lift up that Mustang of Trey’s that was rusting in the garage, but Simon seemed to have more strength then before. Hitting the dirt floor of the basement area, Kirsty punched at Simons jaw, trying to free her arm, finally he let go as Trey grabbed his ears and pulled until the left one popped off. Blood spurted outwards and covered trey’s front and Kirsty’s arms and chest. She rolled off and jumped to her feet as Simon streaked off up the stairs and into the house. There was a crash and Kirsty knew the kitchen table was broken.
Running up into the kitchen and in the dinning room all they could see was mess, not just “house party” like mess, but mess that say “you-have-a-wild-animal-here” written all over it. Four out of the eight chairs where broken, there was a hole in the wall with Luce curled underneath it and the dining room table was almost broken in two. Trey was the first too Luce as Kirsty took off to the rest of the house. The back door was intact and untouched, the front door the same, but the stairs, well on the stairs every so often there was a crack of a total step missing. God knows how heavy and powerful Simon had been made. She heard a scream and literally threw herself up the broken stairs to the first floor. Amy was at the end of the corridor, wrestling with the still wolf Simon, he was going, or trying to go for Amy throat as she gripped his jaw, pulling it away from her face. He snapped and clawed at her arms, leaving blood groves in her flesh. Hawk then came crashing form the other end of the hallway, changing as he ran, Amy cried out and Kirsty got to her first, she flung herself onto Simons back, hitting the window behind Amy and sending glass flying. They fell through the air for what seemed like an age. Simon twisted and clawed at Kirsty, slashing the shirt and jeans she wore till they both hit the floor, Simon landed messily, landing on his side. Kirsty landed with much more elegance, both feet hit the ground hand, shuddering her legs and knees, knocking the wind form her with the force. Shaking her head she turned to see a slightly limping Simon tear off towards the forest. Kirsty grunted and ran off after him, joined seconds later by Amy Ludi and a still partially changed Hawk. Kirsty briefly wondered where Trey was, and then remembered Luce’s unconscious form in the dining room. That pissed her off.
Simon was going to die. A long low howl uttered from the forest and each of the four ripped their clothes off and changed, dashing forward into the trees and bushes. Their hunting ground. Simon couldn’t hide here.

Kirsty flanked right, ahead of the rest, nose low to the ground, sniffing furiously enough to get dirt going up her nose. She shook her head and caught a whiff of wolf. But it wasn’t Simon. It wasn’t a scent she knew. Mutt. Oh Great, she though, another one to deal with. Raising her head to the sky, Kirsty howled and got replying ones from all of the others, even one from the house. Trey. She turned right and a heavy black form hit her in the side. She rolled out and ht a tree trunk, shaking herself she jumped up immediately to stare wolf eyes at the opposing.
Simon growled and lunged forward, fangs bared and foaming at the mouth. Kirsty growled and slashed her clawed paw into his throat, latching on and gripping into his flesh. Simon whimpered and she clamped her muzzle onto the back of his neck. Digging her fangs into his neck flesh, either side of his spine, her fangs sunk in till she could taste the metallic taste of blood and the hard bone of his spine. Simon panicked then, clamping him mouth onto the only thing she could. He gripped the soft flesh of Kirsty under belly and tugged. She moved down a little, straining to keep balance but didn’t let go, only bit deeper. Around them the other began to join, all the pack. Growling and edging Kirsty on. They barked and started forward, only to be stopped by their Alpha male and other female. Her eyes scanned around quickly then she jerked her muzzle to the side, breaking Simon’s spine instantly. He dropped and hit the floor, blood oozing from her neck where she clawed it and the fang marks on the back. It was a quick death, but a pitiful one. Kirsty knew she would want to die with a much better opponent, and not have her neck broken, but that was what Simon deserved. A pitiful death. She stepped back and turned from the dead wolf heading into the bush. The unknown scent wafted around again and she sniffed the ground. Left. She turned and another black form skidded out in front of her. She didn’t hear him, she hadn’t heard him, the other wolf must have been prowling around wile she’d killed Simon, why hadn’t she smelt him? Momentarily she though it was him, Simon, then she noted the long white line down the left side of its muzzle. The new comer growled and she returned it, ears plastered down her skull claws flicked out on her paws, digging into the dirt below her paws. The other wolf grunted and lent forward, clearly male by the way he held himself. Trying to be dominant and almost failing completely, Kirsty smiled in her wolfish fashion and lunged forward.