Chapter 3 The wolfex

CASEY'S POV

"Your brother," I asked? While looking at the man in a Louis Vuitton jacket and jeans. "Yeah," Sasha replied as she carried the man, whom she claimed was her brother. "I thought you were dead," she asked as the blood kept dripping on the carpet.

"Thank God, they didn't get my fucking heart," the man said as Sasha tore off his suit with her claws. The man's abdomen was different from others'. He was a motherfucking android. Sasha tore off the circuits of the abdomen, and the time decreased rapidly, and they had less than 30 seconds to decide.

"We have got to live," Sasha said, dragging me by the hand and leading me out of the house. We were about 10 meters away from the house when the android exploded.

The sound was erratic, with more than three pine trees being blown to dust.

"I thought that was your brother," I asked as we hid at the back of a pine tree.

"That's their killer android, the Wolfex," she replied as she bit her lips in dismay.

A male figure is seen with two black werewolves behind him. We watched as the men searched for something in the shattered house.

"I'm going in," Sasha said as she transformed and ran towards them. "Who do we have here? Isn't it the almighty ghost wolf?" The male figure rotated his body, and lo and behold, it was Mr. Simon, the head of the state police department.

"Eliminate her and throw her corpse in the water," Simon said as he continued searching. Sasha was intimidated by those words and made no attempt to let the wolves retreat as she slit their throats. Yes, she beheaded them.

"I see you've gotten rid of my little pets; now it's time to join your brother in hell, where I kept him." "Don't worry, I will make it quick," Simon said as grey fur enveloped his entire body, and sooner than later he had successfully transformed into a gray wolf.

I was happy as Sasha had the upper hand in the battle. Simon fell flat to the ground when Sasha used her fangs to tear a piece of flesh from his body.

She was about to search for me when a bullet hit her abdomen. She held her abdomen as she turned back to see who had the guts to shoot her, and holding the pistol was Simon.

"Is this how I'm going to die?" she thought as her whole life flashed before her eyes. "I guess this is the flashback you see when you are about to die," she said, finally falling slowly to the ground. As I took out my silver pistol from my left pocket, where I usually keeps it whenever am heading outside.

I cocked the gun and aimed it at Simon's head. When I slipped and pulled the trigger, the bullet swayed in the air and came to a stop inside Simon's left leg. "Hold it right there," I yelled. As I tripped over a twig and lost my balance, which gave Simon the time to escape.

I carried the deformed Sasha to my personal surgeon, who operated on her. After a while, he came out of the ward with blood on his gloves and with a potent smile.

"Is she okay?" I asked the doctor standing up from the white plastic chair at the corner of the room.

"She's in stable condition, which could turn around if we don't find a kidney donor," the doctor pointed at the blackish bean-shaped organ on the table. "I thought we had two kidneys, so how does she have only one?" I asked the doctor why looking so confused, trying to bring out my point as a three-year biology student in high school.

"The pretty damsel over there has only one that has been destroyed, and I don't know how that's possible without an operation," the doctor explained to me, as I interrupted his speech.

"I will donate mine," i said, touching my abdomen with a sigh of relief.

Silence wasn't one of the things Sasha liked. She liked horror-the blood, the fear, and the screams of humans and animals begging for their lives when she was about to eliminate them from their existence.

This time, it was different from the rest. She had been the cause of several mass burials around the world and provided an income to the coffin makers and grave attendants. This time, she was saved by a human.

It was like she had been given another life to correct her wrongs and have revenge for her pack.

"Oh, you are awake," the doctor said as he walked in with a gun in his hand. "Who are you? And what do you want from me?" She groaned as she tried to get rid of the drip on her hands.

"No, no, no, don't be a naughty wolf," he said as he cocked the gun and aimed at her head. "Who sent an imbecile like you on a life-and-death mission?" she asked him, whose hand was already on the trigger.

"Your brother in hell," the words stung hard like a bee on Sasha, and she lost her calm. She threw the syringe that was in her left hand, and it struck the doctor's throat.

The doctor left the gun and tried to remove the syringe when she kicked him against the walls and blood gushed out of his throat.

Sasha looked around the room for Casey, but he was not there. She checked every inch and corner of the building but didn't find any trace of him; the guest room was the last resort and only place left, and he was still not there.

She blamed herself for the bad luck she thought she carried with her. "Why does every bad thing have something to do with me? Everyone that gets closer to me always dies," she lamented, thinking about all that has ever happened from her birth until now. She waved her eyes as her vision became blurry.