Chapter 8 ~Another Attack~

• Long before we could lurk away, innumerable screeching of tyres on the road boozed into our ears and before I could say jack they halted into Prof Duncan’s compound and doors of cars slammed furiously.
• Julius and I could hear the stamping of their feet on the decking as we found our way through the rear exit.
• Left for me alone, I would have been nabbed but Julius knew it all; he saw it all and our escape was inspired through his rare ability to see the past and the future.
• We were soon on our way to the closest valley. The thumping of my heart disturbed my ears so badly that I could barely hear our panting. And when I halted with my head bowed between my knees, Julius dragged me on.
• Struggling with my breath, I protested, “Hold on,” my eyes rolled in weakness. “Hmmm,” I breathed heavily and only endeared to catch my breath just so I could speak yet further. I …”
• I was about speaking yet further when the triple; boom-boom-boom Sound of a bomb ravaged our ears and shook the earth around us.
• With dim scary eyes we watched as the detached duplex of Prof Duncan went up in flames, like dried fire wood in a burning furnace.
• I overheard when they said it and I believed Julius did same, “We must find that kid! He has the virus! This earth must be uncomfortable for him.”
• “But master he is not here. I don’t think he is alive wherever he is now!” a voice said aloud.
• “I want two things now, his corpse and the virus. Nobody can stop our mission, not even the kid!”
• “So master what do we do now?” another voice asked.
• “We will keep scavenging the earth until he is trapped and annihilated. Let’s back off!”
• I sobbed and wept greatly as I stared at the burning house with so much pain.
• Prof Duncan was going to be mad at me for attracting such destruction to his house. What would become of him now and did he have another house?
• The fact was that Prof Duncan was homeless as a mouse now and how would he feel if he got to find out that same shifters who were supposed to protect lives and properties did this mayhem.
• “You have to perk up Greg,” said Julius who was just opposite of my countenance.
• While I wept Julius smiled evilly and snorted without stopping.
• “The task ahead is not for the faint-hearted.”
• “What do I tell Professor Duncan now? How do I tell him that some asshole shifters, who want me dead, traced me to his house and burnt it down?” I asked Julius.
• The kid gave me the cold shoulders. He was damn busy staring unblinking eyes into the space. Those eyes always scared my guts whenever they turned blank and fish-like. What was he seeing now?
• “I am no longer interested in this anymore!” I lamented. “First thing at dawn, I will walk straight to the police station and drop the virus!”
• “Don’t prove to your enemies that you are a weakling, Greg,” he spoke with reserved confidence and didn’t bother to look at my miserable face while he spoke. His gaze was still into the space.
• “My father discovered the virus and handed it to me to do away with it…”
• He interrupted me so ruggedly that I flinched away from his dead-fish eyes as his face came at me.
• He gnashed his teeth. Obviously he was angry now and it made me to wonder if this kid has other superhuman rare abilities than what he has already.
• “Your father never gave you the virus to do away with it,” he sounded and cautioned me with his be-warned eyes.
• “He handed the virus to you so you could save humanity. The baleful Lord Mayor and his shifters are out to wipe out humanity, including you and I and replace this earth with daredevil shifters they could easily maneuver and rule over. He wants to be called god. The virus has a vital role to play in his master plan. It is needed to make him the only immortal wolf across the universe, don’t you get it?.”
• I quietened as light and watched Julius grab my bag pack and unzip it.
• “I just want you to imagine the entire universe being replaced with loyal, bogey shifters after humanity goes extinct.”
• He brought out the four milligram of virus and started shaking it slightly.
• As though I wanted to keep myself busy with my usual drawing of scary werewolves, I brought out my book with the collection of colorful diagrams of werewolves I had drawn.
• Quickly I started flipping through pages upon pages and my attention came on it, the all-brown fur werewolf; my favorite which yawned at the moon.
• The next time I looked at Julius, he was having handy a syringe with one milligram of the virus, already collected.
• “You just have to inject the virus, Greg.”
• “No, no!” I protested and wanted to take to my heels when he grabbed my arm firmly and injected me.
• I was contaminated, and viciously I mutated into the same all-brown furry wolf in my drawing book. I leaped powerfully, let loosed, howled sadly and it echoed into the universe…