Allen

Isaac was impressive, but he didn't seem that much stronger than Donovan. I swung him across the room, but there was an intense feeling in my chest, like something was pushing against it. It felt like my entire body was heating up, so I transformed back to normal. The feeling subsided just as Isaac got to his feet, now towering over my human body.

"You're not going to win," I raise my voice so he could hear me, forgetting that he had special hearing.

"I'm a werewolf and I have magic. You should know better."

Isaac tore off part of the ceiling, and flung it towards me. I blasted it with an explosion and it flew out the window.

"I don't think I can beat you," said Isaac, through his full wolf form.

"But I can make you pay!"

He charged towards me and I transformed back into my wolf form to counter his attack, picking him up and lifted him off the ground, just to slam him down behind me. I tried to speak as he did, but it mostly came out as howls and barks.

How did you do that? I asked him through a mental connection.
How can you maintain English in this form?

"Why does it matter to you?!" He roared as smacked me in the face.

Left, right, back and forth, I didn't have time to react. He had me backed against the wall, and I could feel the blood rushing to my head. I used my left leg to kick him back and get a little space, but he was one step ahead. He grab my leg as soon as I lifted it and dragged me to the floor. One hand at my throat to strangle me, he viciously clawed at my chest, tearing my flesh apart like a ripe fruit.

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. All I saw was darkness as stars as my chest exploded with pain like an uncontrollable forest fire. Then suddenly, his nightmarish snout covered with my blood, he stopped to catch his breath.

Tired? I thought.  Already? He's not used to this. He hasn't done this in a while, and this smoke can't be making it easy. This may be the chance I need-

"TO DO WHAT?!" Isaac roared, spraying my face with his spit with each word. He heard me. I wasn't even trying to let him hear me, but he did.

He took his right hand dug it deep into my chest, causing me to scream in agony. He got to his knees and pulled me up with the hole in my chest, closing his fist so the ends of his claws jutted out of a slightly higher part of my sternum. He leaned his lupine head closer toward mine and growled.

"How does it feel? This is for Donovan, Marissa, Jamie, and all those other werewolves you killed in there!"

I could feel myself slipping, slowing reverting back to human. I didn't even notice the uncomfortable feeling I had earlier because of all the pain. I can't let myself turn back into human now. I tried my best to look smug, and smiled.

"I really haven't even killed them yet. Yes, their hearts may not be beating, and their brain may be dead, but I know they can be resurrected by the full moon."

Isaac's eyes widened, and I noticed fear, even on his wolfish face.

"They wouldn't even want that." He murmured. "Death is better."

"I'm glad you agree," I told him. "Because when I was finished I was going to burn every single one of them into ash."

That infuriated him. He threw me up through the ceiling and I went straight through to the roof. Blood and tears were blocking my vision, so I couldn't see much of the sky, but I could tell it had gotten darker. The sun had set. It was officially night.

I was airborne for no more than ten seconds before I fell through the same hole I came through, back into his grasp. This time, he held up my limo body by my upper left arm, foolishly thinking I had given up. He snapped it backwards and let me crumple to the floor.

"You got so many problems Allen, you just can't see it."

His voice went from a growling, dog like chant to his natural one. So he had let his guard down. Once I was sure I was healed enough to breathe I slowly began my own transition back to normal. But pain is amplified in the human form, so standing up might be just as difficult as casting a spell on this condition.

"Before, you were bragging about having magic and being a werewolf." He raised his foot to my head and kicked me dead in my nose.

"Where your magic now huh?!" He yelled at me. "WHERE'S YOUR MAGIC NOW?!!"

He raised his foot to my head again and before he could do it I shouted. I howled. I screamed. I put all my strength, heart, and energy and magic into that screamed. It was one of the most unearthly sounds I had ever heard during my short life. The walls all developed greenish hue, including the ceiling. The building started trembling way harder than anything we had experienced up to that point. It almost felt like it was rocking back and forth, like a ship.

"What did you do!" Isaac demanded, keeping his distance. "

"What did you do to this building?!" said Isaac, right as the entire ceiling came down on us.

I, was fortunate, sort of. I was still in the position I was when he threw me through the ceiling, so nothing fell untop of me. Isaac on the other hand, was crushed and possibly electricuted under the ceiling. I wasn't sure if I won or lost, because I didn't get to finish off the others. I took this time to breathe and heal. I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, so rest would be good for me.
I leaned over and heard scraping sounds against the wood. Isaac. That bastard was still alive. The scraping got faster for a few seconds then it stopped and was replaced with him banging against the falling ceiling.
I was getting annoyed, and I doubt he'd feel like continuing either, so I crawled over and started moving pieces away to help him. After 2 minutes, I uncovered his face in the rubble and he immediately gasped for air.

"Thank...you." he said in between breaths, our fight momentarily forgotten.

I didn't respond, I just laid back down, to close my eyes and heal. I felt as if all the energy I had just vanished from my body.

"Does this mean you quit?" He asked me. I didn't respond.

"Will you stop hunting werewolves?" He spoke to me again.

My mind instantly thought of Danielle's family.

"No, I can't let them keep hurting people, even if they don't realize their doing it."

"See? That's your problem." Isaac snapped. "You're so ready to blame the werewolves, but the vampires orchestrated it all, side by side. They had a hand in everything that you have done, with the werewolves and without. I don't see you attacking them right now."

I still didn't have enough energy to lift my body off the floor, so I spoke to the wall.

"If you hadn't noticed, the vampires are all dead. They either attacked each other or those mages had something to do with it."

"Okay..." said Isaac. "But there was no need to get revenge on us. We- er, I mean they were by your side, more or less. They wanted to help you."

"Help me what? Help me find my friend? Or help me kill her family by turning her mother, and several others into wolfish monsters?"

Isaac didn't respond.

"Exactly. I just want to stop this... disease, before it ruins more families. I've held my dead friend in my arms. I've ran to help rescue Danielle only to discover she's become... whatever the hell the vampires were doing, and it's all because they were looking for their own cure."

I strained, grunted, and struggled, and finally turned myself around to get up. To my surprise, Isaac was just standing there, listening.
They were trying to save themselves as much as you tried to hide yourself. I just want to be free from being a werewolf. I don't... I don't want to deal with any of this anymore. Kill me. Finish me off."

Isaac stared at me for far too long, I was beginning to prefer the beating.

"Look, I can cure you... To an extent. I'm sure you'd be pleased with the results, but I'll only do it if you promise to become a test subject."

"What?" I asked, stunned. "Testing for what?"

"A newer cure. A different one. Not one for regular werewolves, but for the semi lycanthropes out there that have no control, so we can stop the outbreak.

"But what makes me so special?"

"You lycanthropy. Your transformation. You're one of the first I've ever seen to become a wolf man like that without historical figures. What do you say?"

He extended a hand towards me.

"End this. The right way. No more deaths."

I smiled. "No more werewolf deaths. I might have to help my friend Sam with some things... And her niece, later on."

"She's babysitting?" He asked, puzzled.

"Yea, something like that."

I let him pull me to my feet just as a huge wolf and an angry looking man appeared in the doorway.

"Jamie?" The wolf growled in a different tone, signifying he understands to us.

"You're not killing anything else!" screamed the other man.

In his hands he brandished a long silver pipe, now covered in blood from the werewolves I attempted to kill earlier.

I was in shock, I didn't even realize what that meant.

"Allen MOVE!" Isaac grabbed me by my shoulders and tried to push me out the way, but the pole straight through him, then through me. I was already falling backwards from his push, with his added weight neither of us stood a chance We both stared in horror as we fell off the edge of the building, feeling the whole world disappear beneath us, coughing up blood as we prepared ourselves for the worst thing imaginable.

Twenty floors. I found myself thinking.
Twenty floors up.