Whitefield: Shattered Realms

Second Confrontation

Chapter 13

~~ Second Confrontation ~~

“Ian!

“Ian!

“What the hell happened!?

“Answer me!... Oh shit!”

Chase’s loud and panicking voice blared from the cracked phone that lay dormant of the asphalt road. He yelled and yelled as much as he could, but nothing other than silence replied him.

“Ian--”

Before his voice could blare out again, the large feet of a humanoid bipedal beast, trampled the phone to shreds. It continued its slow paced stride, giving it a more ominous feeling, its fangs and claws gleaming under the radiating moon from the sky, its crimson eyes beaming bloodlust.

The smoke exuding the dirt bike that had crashed into a tree, wafted onto the road and the Mystic Wolf walked through it, its growls getting louder to Ian, who was just a few feet away.

Ian grunted in pain, his body squirming like the ground was a pool he could swim in. The pain was just too much. And just as fast as it came, the gnawing pain faded. Ian laid still as calmness permeated his systems, causing him to let out a relieved sigh.

At that moment, the calm feeling aggravated to an icy one, sending recurrent chills down his spine. His body tensed, likewise his heart beating slower. This wasn’t his body healing himself, this was something totally different. He could sense rage and bloodlust surround him. He was afraid, but his body was reacting differently. Instead of the casual increased heart beats and heated systems, he felt the complete opposite.

His fear had increased so much he felt cold and frozen. Whatever was coming sure meant to end him!

‘This is bad!’

Ian felt something grab his bicep and his body turned unwillingly to face the lit moonlight sky. Then, a large hand held his neck, lifting him off the ground completely. Even as he was 6ft tall, his leg still dangled from the ground with a height of almost 3ft.

He reflexively raised his hands and latched them on the hand holding his neck, in an attempt to yank it off and save himself. But all to no avail.

Whilst choking and struggling, he opened his right eye to have a peek at his assailant. He already had a good guess at who it was… Or what it was rather. But the extreme ominous feeling made him have some doubts. Opening his eye, he saw his assailant to be the red furred Mystic Wolf that almost killed him and Chase the week before.

But why the sudden change in intent? Was it mad at him for escaping or what?

““Yhoou,”” the beast said with longevity. ““I shee yhou’ve uhnlockeed shome ohf yhour ghifffts ahlrready… Thhat whaas hhow yhou fhledd thhe ohther thime.””

Ian kept struggling, kicking forward in the air, over and over, hoping to hit its chest, so it’d let him go.

““Whell, yhou whon’t bhe sho lhucky thhis thime,”” it grinned, raising the choking Ian higher. It pulled its arm back to some extent before yanking it forward, flinging Ian across the road with immense force.

Ian summersaulted roughly in the air, before colliding brutally with the ground. He landed with his right collar bone, before rolling down the road.

Crack… Snap!

He heard his own bones crack and break within his body. He yelled like a child, the pain overwhelming. He couldn’t even move afterwards.

““Yhou, ahccursed Aeon, aare mhy wiinning thrroophy. Yhou… Arre… Mhyy… Rhedemption!”” the Mystic Wolf soliloquized as it strolled menacingly towards Ian, who had began to move his limbs.

Tweak… Tweak…

Ian could hear his damaged bones tweaking and repairing themselves. The sound alone disgusted him, and the bizarre recuperation freaked him. He had always healed fast ever since he was born, but only to minor injuries, and he also never fell sick. That was why he wasn’t too surprised when he healed quick from last week’s encounter with the beast. But his broken bones resetting themselves, in seconds, on a spot? That was beyond weird.

Hearing the footsteps get closer, he rolled to his side, then on his face. The rough asphalt stung his palms as he pressed them against it, pushing himself up. He managed to raise himself to his knees, panting and perspiring.

“Wha-What do you want from me?... What are you exactly?” Ian summoned courage to ask, still on his knees and regulating his breathing.

The Werewolf smirked, ““Yhour hhead iis ahll I nheed, Aeon. Anhd I ahm nnot fhrom thhis rhealm, yhou channot chompremend whho ii ahm.””

“You mean, what you are?” Ian asked. “Don’t tell me you’re human?”

““Lhike I pretoldd, ii amm inncromprehensible. I amm nhot ann annimal, nneither am ii Huuman,”” it stopped, towering over Ian.

‘Dude, you’re a wolf. Of course you’re an animal!’ Ian retorted inwardly.

““Nhow…”” it raised its hand to grab Ian, but the latter quickly interjected.

“Wait, wait…” he panted. “Where is this other realm that you come from? Does it have a name?”

With its hand still raised, it answered, ““Dhemistaria, yhour hhomeland.””

The Mystic Wolf’s claws extended as it cleaved down at him.

Ian’s eyes dilated when it called Dhemistaria his homeland and was about to beg for more time to explain, when his eyes caught a glimpse of the reflecting, silver, two inched claws coming down at him.

Gasp!

His body reacted even before he could even think of anything. His forearms extended immediately to cross over his face and…

Thoom!

A dense collision occurred, sending Ian skidding over a meter back. He stopped on his back and grunted. But then, he realized he could still move. Though he felt pain from the forceful roll, he didn’t feel the impact of the claws impaling him. This prompted him to raise his arms and check. They looked normal and uninjured.

‘What the hell!’ he was shocked and began to feel weird about himself. Why didn’t he get stabbed by the Mystic Wolf’s claws? Was his skin impenetrable now? Or did the beast pull a fast one on him?

Nah… The latter didn’t make sense; it was bent on ending him as a redemption prize or something.

If it was the former, does that mean he had enhanced abilities now?

This baffled him. Though, he knew Chase would be thrilled.

The Mystic Wolf furrowed its brows, taking a glance at its claws; no drop of blood on them. He knew he targeted the lad’s neck, but it felt like striking an invisible wall around him. This happened the first time they met.

It debunked the idea of Ian being impenetrable, because the latter got injured earlier from throwing him across the road; it heard his bones snap. Or was he only untouchable from the outside and his insides were normal? No. That didn’t sound right.

Getting overwhelmed by these theories, the Mystic Wolf roared in anger and shot at Ian instaright

‘Uh oh!’ Ian just knew he was done for.

As the Mystic Wolf got in proximity, it spread out its arms and pulled them close again, Ian in the middle, aiming to slash him simultaneously.

Thoom!

Again, a collision occurred and Ian was thrown aback, but unaffected by the claws. It happened so fast, Ian didn’t see the impending slashes coming, only feeling himself getting blown away.

It was a different case for the Mystic Wolf, that had paid keen attention to all that occurred with its beaming crimson eyes. The impact happened in less than a second, but its perception was far greater.

It saw an almost transparent bubble envelope Ian just as its claws were about touching him. That was what had been protecting the white haired lad, and he thought he had superpowers. Heh…

This discernment formed a sinister smile on the beast’s face.

““Hhis Aeonic gene hhas beeen paartly awakkened and iss protectiing hhim ffrom annyone frrom Dhemistaria. Cuurrse yyou, Ghordon.””

““Bhut…,”” its smile widened to a menacing grin. ““Hhow ddoes itt fhair agaainst Magick?””

Its right pointed claws quivered a little as their tips began to get redder. Soon enough, the red spot sparked and sparked, the tiny flickers coagulating for form a circle. Within the red circles were red pentagrams.

Its crimson eyes lit up, having only one target in sight, Ian Whitefield.

Whoosh!

It blurred out, zooming towards it’s target.

Ian had just wobbled to his feet, staggering to gain balance, when the Mystic Wolf’s circled claws descended upon him.

Thoom! Ripple!

To the beast’s perspective, it saw the pentagrams sizzle, sinking into the wall like they were dissolving it, as though a hot bar of metal was melting plastic. Its claws entered the bubble completely and were about to touch Ian’s neck…

““Yesshh!”” it jubilated with a wide grin.

At that very moment…

Thoom!

The invisible wall exploded towards the Mystic Wolf, whipping it meters back and it collided with the tarred road truculently. Even with that, it got on its feet immediately.

Ian was somehow unaffected, just standing there, oblivious to what had just transpired. His humane perception only allowed him to see a blur in front of him, then being thrown far back.

As soon as this happened, he turned the other way and ran for his dear life.

Growl!

The Mystic Wolf gritted its fangs in exasperation and rage. It now dawned on it that such kind of attacks won’t work.

It looked ahead at the running Ian with a scowl, ““Thhen ii shhall beeat thhe liife ouut ohf hhim!””

It vanished with an upthrust of air, appearing in front of Ian instantaneously. And without the interval of a second, it had grabbed Ian’s neck and began to lash him against the ground with brute force.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

It struck the lad’s body again and again like a basketball.

Snap!

Ian’s bones shattered, repaired and shattered again. The pain was inundating. He coughed blood at some point, his head started getting light, his senses going numb.

‘Is this it? Is this what death feels like?... It’s terrifying…’

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The Mystic Wolf did one last slam and raised Ian up. Before the latter could even heal, the beast flung him across the road, and he made collision with a tree, and fell on his face, battered, bruised and shattered. Splinters from the tree’s bark had impaled him.

While he was being tossed, Ian saw moments of his childhood play in his head. He saw his whole life flash before his eyes.

‘Is… This… It?’

With a loud roar, the Mystic Wolf leapt into the air and descended towards Ian.

Just then, at that very moment…

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Multiple bullets were shot sporadically at the airborne beast, shifting its trajectory and it landed close to Ian, its fist tearing a part of the ground that was very close to his head. The bullets couldn’t pierce it, but their numbers made it loose a little focus. It turned around in anger, immediately shielding its face from the meaning headlights of several vehicles.

Police cruisers and jeeps lined the other side of the road, the police and D.O.D.T agents standing in front, armed and ready. Peter wasn’t left out. Beside one of the jeeps was Jocelyn, little Avery and Chase. He had informed them as fast as he could and he was relieved to have gotten here in time.

Roar!

The beast roared and stormed towards them. The men opened fire incessantly, but it trudged on, unaffected, but was slowed down. As it inched closer, the men took cautious steps back.

Swish!

Out of shadows, a sheen blade slashed the Mystic Wolf chest, leaving a mark and it stumbled back.

Thud!

A figure landed in front of the vehicles, clad in black leather clothing and shoes. They had a sword in their grasps. There was a symbol etched unto the blade; a triangle with Japanese texts, inside a circle.

Due to the hood worn by the figure, no one could discern who the person was, but because of the evident curves on the hips, they figured the person to be a female.

““Yhou…”” the Mystuc Wolf looked angry and stunned at the same time. It had a cut on its chest, the same body that couldn’t be affected by bullets. But a sword was able to lay a cut.

Its brows arched down as it roared and turned, dashing towards Ian, but the latter had been rescued by the cops when it was distracted. It roared again and bounced into the darkness, disappearing completely. Like on cue, the sword wielding figure also vanished without a trace.

A few cops and D.O.D.T agents sauntered forward to make sure it was completely out of proximity. The rest stayed behind, incase it just showed up out of the blues.

The unconscious Ian was placed at the back seat of a jeep, Chase seating by his head with a worried face. Jocelyn, with tears held in her eye ducts, managed to hop into the front passenger seat before finally bursting into uncontrollable tears.

Peter stayed behind with Avery, who wanted to go with her brother, but Peter didn’t want her to be traumatized than she already was.

An assistant to Peter drove the jeep conveying Ian, Chase and Jocelyn, straight to the hospital.

“Don’t die on me, bro,” Chase sniffed in.

~

A lady dressed in leather clothing and hood, pulled up the window to a room and stealthily made her way in.

Flick!

The lights came on immediately she stepped foot into the room. She flinched back in shock.

Seated on the bed was a man and woman; they both looked Asian. The sat like they’d been expecting her.

“You went after it? Alone?” the woman asked with a straight face.

“I-I didn’t mean to, but it was going to kill him?” the lady answered.

The man shook his head, “You know you’re not ready for something like this. It’s too strong.”

“I know. I’m sorry mum and dad. But I couldn’t let him die. I… Like him,” her voice went low.

The parents smiled and stood up, “We know…”

They walked towards the door and opened it, walking out.

“Make sure to invite him for dinner again,” her mum said before closing the door.

“If I’m bold enough to,” she whispered to herself, taking off her hood as she faced the mirror.

Looking at her reflection, she sighed depressingly,

“Thank God I got there in time.”