The Huntress' Name (sequel to The Huntress)

Chapter 34

"Just like old time, eh?" I said as Durin cut the thread. 

"Oh yeah, I sure missed stitching you up."

"Hey," I pointed at my arm. "This one was your fault."

"Did I mention I was sorry?"

Jared placed his hands on my shoulders and I waved Durin off. I'd been shot so many times I didn't really care who had done it anymore. I was alive, and he was part of the reason for that. 

"I've got some business to attend to." I hopped off the counter and grabbed my dagger and one of the guns. 

"Do you want anyone to go with you?" Jared asked. 

I was about to say no, that I wanted to go alone, but then I thought better. "Isaac, can you get that serum? The one they used on me?"

"Sure can."

"Get that please and meet me in there."

I went to the other room where we had locked both of the Klarkes up. The same room they'd kept me, and where Thomas had been. There were two folders sitting on the table. Their files from within The Torch and The Organization. 

"Jackalyn and Anthony," I read from the tabs. Finally, I knew their actual names. "Have you both had time to get acquainted with your cells? Yours is pretty special, Anthony." I gestured around it with the dagger. 

"If you see those spots on the ground, they still haven't been cleaned from the last resident," I tsked. "It's the very cell where you turned me into an interrogator...or rather torturer. I had to learn on the go, but I had plenty of practice."

"Oh cut the crap, kid," he spat. 

"What crap?" 

I walked closer to Jackalyn and made a quick motion toward her in jest. She flinched and I laughed. 

"Jackalyn here has known me for five years now. She knows to be afraid of me, and she didn't even get to see what I became from my time here." I made my way back to him. "How about we just cut straight to the chase?" I thrust my dagger as deep into his leg as I could, pushing it all the way to the hilt. 

Anthony screamed so loud I thought my ear drums were going to burst. "Some kid I am now, huh?"

"Is that all you got?" He sneered. 

"Why do they always have to act like tough guys?" I tipped my head to each side, cracking my neck. "Fine." I pulled the dagger out slowly, listening to his hissing breath and speared his other leg. The cry wasn't as loud, but it was still there. 

"Don't worry though, you'll be okay in no time." I knew Isaac was going to be in the room in just a couple minutes, so I went over to Jackalyn sitting quietly in her chair. 

"Oh, Jackie. How about I share some of what I've learned from from Anthony over there, and from the rest of you. What do you say?"

I made a cut in the same places I'd been marked up for the ceremony; along both arms, the gut, and the necks. The blood started to flow fast. She kept her eyes straight forward the whole time, not making a single sound. 

"Wow. It's like a river!" I cleaned the blade off with a rag. 

The door beeped, and Isaac entered, a handful of needles ready to go. 

"Here we are. We can't let the fun end just yet!" 

I grabbed one of the syringes from Isaac and slid it into Anthony's arm, pushing the plunger down. 

"There we are." 

I watched as both wounds stitched back together, imitating the healing process of the werewolf. I hadn't been able to actually study it last time. The science of it fascinated me, and for a moment I thought of Sarah and the work she wanted to do. If it was possible to create this serum, then it must be possible to separate whatever it was that created werewolves and reverse it. I didn't even know if Sarah had made it out of there, or the rest of my family for that matter.