Redcap Werewolf Meets His End

[Ryan Avery]

July 1969
Time: shortly after midnight
Other: Ryan and Alastor were called in to deal with a werewolf problem reported by tracking agents in the MPS's.  These agents track troublesome paranormals and pass that info onto the PRT units.  Ryan, Chad and Alastor are mobilized for this work in addition to their work on their Missing Person Division.  Ryan leads his unit.  Alastor is away on assignment.
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Ryan hated werewolves and had no problem with taking the beasts out of this world. They were abnormal, diseased things, like vampires.  He hated that they could walk about in the guise of human skin, that they were such slippery killers to track and not easy to kill.  They did not belong in this world and he didn't mind sending them on to wherever it was they did belong.  

Ryan had killed three in his time and kept trophies of each.  It was not allowed, but no one stopped him.  He had the pocketwatch of one, a bracelet of another, and a good luck charm from the last.  He'd now add to his trophy collection once he'd taken down number four.

Tonight's problem was a foreign werewolf.  He had a name, but it mattered little and would matter to no one as soon as Ryan and his team fired the magick silver bullet through his heart. Then he'd just be food for whatever horrible things inhabited the swamp outside of Hackballs Cross.

There were reports by the MPS agents that this man was mentally ill before his turning and had been arrested for assaulting women in other areas.  He was recently reported stalking two local women:  Hannah Winter and Nicky St James. The women had been alerted and guards were posted outside their homes and businesses.

Ryan and Alastor new both these women well, so tonight's mission seemed even more pressing.   This beast would find his end with them.

Ryan and his team were not dressed in their normal black Investigator garb.  They wore jeans, casual jackets and comfortable boots. Their guns in their holsters were not hidden and their rifles were strapped on their backs. It was not illegal to carry weapons in town, but people knew Ryan and his team well and knew the business they were likely on.

Right now, they were scraping together sightings, which had been more frequent in the last week.  Their horses were tethered nearby and they'd spread out to question people, showing the photo of the rather dull-looking bespectacled and bearded man.  Ryan had stepped into Blarney's Mug, a small and seedy looking little pub haunted by many of the rough and tumble locals.

"Yes, that one.  I've seen him just about an hour ago.  He was in for a pint.  Sour lookin' fella" An older fisherman whom Ryan was familiar with tapped on the photo with a gnarled finger. "He was sitting right over there with some scrawny blond girl. Young.  Sickly looking if you ask me. Big gap between her teeth." The old man tapped the space where his own two front teeth were missing.

The old man told Ryan a little more of what he'd overheard and observed and Ryan headed out to the street to find Chad.

[Chad Stevens]

Chad held in his hand a photo of a current werewolf stalking the fine ladies of Cat's Claw.  It was Chad's job to protect these women and he felt the calling to rise to the occasion.  Chad, normally rather passive when it came to werewolves was not fond of the sightings or the fact that this creature was stalking Hannah and Nicky.  The thought of this low creature being so close to Cedric was unnerving and made Chad want to take this werewolf down and fast.  

He was currently showing a woman the picture.  She had been heading somewhere and she looked at the photo nodding.  A slim finger pointed down the direction that he and a sickly looking lady went down towards an alley.  This was good.  It meant the man could be close, the man could be nearby.  Reassuring the woman and sending her on her way Chad had been prepared to go inside and hunt down Ryan, but just thinking of the devil and he appeared.

Chad nodded, no time for smiles, it was all business and a serious matter.  Chad never agreed with Ryan taking the trophies but he didn't call him on it either.  He was just ready for this menace to be over with.  His chin extended pointing in the direction of the alley.  "Was told he and a lady headed that way."  His hand touched his belt where one of his guns was holstered, the adrenaline buzz was kicking in and he was ready for this show down.

Chad's eyes again looked down the dark alley way.  "I bet the closer we get, we'll smell him."  He turned back to Ryan waiting for the command but ready for the action.

[Ryan Avery]

Ryan sided up near Chad as he spoke.  "Bill from the docks says he's not alone.  He's got a girl with him, but that's not all.  He's not working alone. He's got someone pulling his strings.  I am not surprised.  He doesn't seem bright enough to be acting alone.

The werewolf they were tracking was not from Inis Eagal, but from someplace else.  That alone irked Ryan.  Like they didn't have enough werewolf problems of their own, now they had to deal with a foreign sexual deviant. "I'm not sure what the deal with the girl is, but Bill told me she had bruise over one eye and a fat lip.  Maybe she just likes that sort of thing.  Bill said she seemed to go willingly with him, smiling and all."

Ryan was walking in the direction of the alley, but he had feeling the pair had likely given them the slip for the moment, and Ryan was nearly relieved.  The alley was busy tonight and a scene like this with only two agents on the case was going to be tricky enough to manage.  Ryan was hoping to scare the bastard out into the open ground.  

He and Chad had worked together well enough that they knew how to secure an alley, but the moment they did, the guy was sure to bolt as the people scattered, or worse, he might turn and attack whomever was closest to him.

"Let's track him awhile.  Flush him out.  Let him know he's being followed so he high-tails it out of here." The pair were already getting a few curious gazes as they walked purposefully and well-armed into the alley.  "Is that them," Ryan added quietly, squinting in the far distance of the rather busy alley.  People were up to other sorts of no-good there, but Ryan and Chad were there to deal with those problems.  Little deals were happening with each clot of people they passed.  The smell of Crush and Blue hung in the air.  

[Chad Stevens]

"Yeah, would make sense.  Everyone is saying he doesn't look to bright."  He nodded agreeing that there was someone probably pulling the strings.  Plus, the werewolf wasn't from around here, so why would he target to Inis Eagal women?  What was in it for this deranged man?  

However his thoughts were pulled back to the werewolf and the woman.  She had bruises and a fat lip?  Appalled, his fingers clenched into fists and he was ready to pound this creature, let him see how it feels to beat up on someone.  But what really floored him was that the woman was willing, that she was actually smiling?  Dumbfounded his jaw dropped.  "You tellin' me she likes to get hit around?"  He shook his head and closed his eyes tight.  "Either its what she's used to.  Or she gotta be one of poor Mary's fairy descendants."  He shook his head and opened his eyes, following Ryan in the direction of the alley.  He was ready, his adrenaline was pumping, his fists kept clenching and then relaxing at either side, he could feel the weight of his pistol in each holster and the shot gun on his back.  Chad was ready for this fight.

Chad's eyes went over one face and then another, some were becoming skiddish as Ryan and Chad had a reputation around here to go after these no-gooders, but not tonight, tonight they were here for a real problem.  Chad hated dealers, always had and always would, he hated that someone profited on the destruction of another.  Sure, Chad had been parroted by several stating that a pub was the same, but not really, not in his eyes, he wasn't addicted, these people were wasting away, their bodies becoming less human as the drugs took hold on them and took over.

Chad moved a few spaces forward towards the suspected couple, a fat hand was entangled in dirty blond hair and he had her head pulled back in a rough manner, his other hand was possessively moving its way up beneath the thin shirt.  Chad made a gagging sound and side stepped to get a better view of the man, turning his head he gave a quick nod to Ryan.  "Yeap."  Waiting for Ryan to move in, Chad would be backing him up.

[Ryan Avery]

Ryan gave a quiet little snort of laughter as Chad mentioned the girl might be related to Mary Devlin, the local looney, but then refocused his attention on the pair he'd spied who were now groping near a wall.  The fat bearded man was pressing himself up against the frail looking blond, and she did not seem to be distressed by it.

"Takes all kinds,"Ryan said, a bit of disgust hanging in his voice.  "She might be one of his kind as well, but I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.  If she takes off, she's likely not.  If she's his pack, you know she'll stick by that creepy fat ass."

Someone in the alley yelled, "I small bacon."  

It was the common alarm for law enforcement being nearby and the foreigner seemed well aware of it as well.   He pried himself off the girl and looked in Ryan and Chad's direction.   His glasses were crooked on his face and he brushed his greasy looking hair back as he turned from them, taking the girls hand.  They were on the run and that's what Ryan wanted.

"Perfect.  He saw us." Ryan said quietly, nodding a little.  He picked up the pace, pushing through the crowd.  Ryan and Chad were in good enough shape to follow as long as the man didn't shift too soon.   Werewolves were fast, but Ryan hoped he could flush this one out toward the fields that hung between the city and the forests edges.

Ryan and Chad were well-armed, and more, they were both good shots.  Chad was known in town as one of the best marksmen on the force.  Ryan had been proud to get him assigned to his team.  Ryan was no slouch with a gun.  He was quick and a bit reckless, getting in too close when he shouldn't, but somehow coming out on the other side still intact.   Chad, however, could hit a target long range and with precision.  Ryan was determined to keep Chad on his teams even when others were eying him for their own.

Still, Ryan didn't want this to go down on a crowded street.  It would be better to take this killing to a more remote place where others were less likely to be hurt in the crossfire or by the werewolf lashing out.  They also didn't know if the pair they were chasing were armed themselves.  

So they were now on the run, moving swiftly through the alleys to try to keep an eye on the pair without getting too close.  They didn't want the confrontation to happen until they'd cleared this crowded place and there was a chance they might lose sight, that the guy might and his ugly girlfriend might give them the slip.

Ryan had the pair in his sights until they hit the busy street.  He watched the man push the girl away from him as he made a getaway between two wagons.  She wasn't pack.  

[Chad Stevens]

Chad was still floored by the woman and couldn't believe it.  But he supposed Ryan was right, she could be a werewolf.  Who knew what was suspected of werewolves.  Maybe the women were supposed to be beat by their mate.  He didn't know.  He didn't exactly enjoy studying them and certainly didn't want to become one.

"Well, I guess time will tell."  Chad answered and then he heard the familiar phrase for cop.  Bacon, pig, he had heard all the stupid nicknames and he never let it get to him but it did sometimes cause problems in a hunt, like now.  His face contorted in anger, turning his head to look at the direction of the culprit.  Didn't the jerk realize that Chad and Ryan were out here saving their asses?  His lip curled but then he turned back when he heard Ryan's voice.

Chad was ready, his fingers itched near the holster, he never liked to pull it out unless it was extremely necessary  but already his mind was in the zone.  He was noticing the smaller things, his eyes zeroing in on the fat git down the alley, watching as he moved swiftly with the woman while Ryan and Chad followed.  He could hear the commotion behind them, he knew this place had more innocent lives then what would be liked in any situation, but especially a werewolf situation.  The fat, greasy, git could turn and if he turned he could bite an innocent and that wouldn't be good.  They needed to get him out of the crowded areas and towards the forest.

Chad had followed Ryan, but his eyes had been on the man.  As he stopped at another street, two wagons passed in his line of vision and as the wagons passed the man was gone.  Chad growled, noticing the girl rushing off in another direction.  He turned, his eyes looking over every passerby trying to find the man, if he could really be called that.  

And then he saw it.  A tuft of flannel, thinning hair, fat and greasy and also those beady, mean eyes turned back to look at the two of them.  Chad pointed to the girl, even though his eyes were still on fat ass.  "He's down there.  He's close to the bakery."  He really hoped that Nicky had taken Ryan's advice.  But for some reason he doubted it.  Nicky was so damn stubborn that she'd probably think she could catch the crazed werewolf herself.  But he was glad to see the werewolf move past the bakery.  "There, he's heading east."  He knew that eventually he'd get to the farmland and then to the forest.  He knew this was a good sign for them.

"Let's go."  He stated waiting again for Ryan to  lead the way, ready to be done with this guy.

[Ryan Avery]

The foreign werewolf was quite aware he was being followed now and he turned more than one time and fixed his strange stare at them through his heavy framed eye-glasses.  There was something vacant in that stare that bothered Ryan.  It was the look of a man who cared only for his own safety, comfort,  and pleasures, to the exclusion of all other things.  He'd seen men like him before.  They were the bastards that pretended they had happy contented lives by bulling and victimizing all who ended up tangled up with them.  Somehow Ryan was not surprised that this man ran alone without an obvious Alpha.   He had no real pack, and still he was no Alpha for certain.  Even Ryan, who hated werewolves, knew there was something more to Alphas--perhaps a sense of responsibility for others--that this man lacked.  His rap sheet spoke to a life of selfishness.  He was nothing more than a bully in a werewolf skin.  He was the worst sort of werewolf and the worst sort of humanity.  He gave men a bad name.

Ryan's and Chad's guns held silver bullets tonight.  They also had the Ministry's blessings to take this werewolf out.  No one was interested in letting this guy go to trial.  He was simply too dangerous and had done far too much damage every place he went.

Ryan and Chad followed him, calmly and from a distance, but he continued to go just where they wanted him to--to the edges of the city where the homes thinned and the dark fields began to cover the vast lands.  He was going to change, Ryan could feel it.  There was something in his walk that had grown more stiff, as if his body was tensing.   Werewolves could call up the change when they chose.  They didn't need the moon.  As the man slipped through a fence that lead to a distant and vast cornfield, he began to shrug off his shirt, rolling up his eyeglasses into it and dropping it on the ground.   He turned once more, exposing a bared and hairy chest.   He glared at him with narrowed eyes now and dropped into the long grasses of the field.

It was now or never.  If he slipped into the cornfield, they'd be at a disadvantage.  "Now!" Ryan shouted to Chad and they closed  in, guns drawn as the man shifted into his bulky wolf form.  

The wolf form was retreating.  The man who'd turned wolf  knew what was coming and he was no real fighter when he was faced with a real enemy, one that really mattered in the end.   His cowardice disgusted Ryan on a new level and he aimed his gun at the backside of the werewolf and fired.  The crack sounded over the field, but Ryan's first shot had missed.  His second shot had found it's mark and he heard the yelp as the wolf's back end dropped.   It was a maiming shot, but not a fatal one and suddenly the wolf turned and bared it's teeth, a low growl sounding over the empty space between them.  Those same dead looking eyes looked out from that wolf, the same ones that Ryan saw in his human form.   The man and the wolf were colliding inside there somewhere and he seemed to want to flee and to lash out.  

These were always the times that Ryan became reckless.  Where others might want to put some space between themselves and the danger presented, Ryan always went out to meet it head on.  He knew that the bullet needed to make it through his heart if they were to make this kill.  The wounding bullet would only slow him and if he got away, he'd likely heal.  Ryan was running toward him, his gun drawn, trying to draw him to him so he'd make the fatal leap that would open up the clear shot.  The wolf was growling, his lips curled back and his gaze was shifting between Ryan and Chad and then someone else.

The sickly looking blond woman had suddenly appeared on the scene.  She made a horrid sounding scream like some banshee as she stormed forward with a gun in her hand.  Ryan heard the sound of her gun firing.

[Chad Stevens]

Chad was being nonchalant in his movements.  Following at a distance from Ryan, keeping his eyes from looking directly at the werewolf who was continuing his retreat to the exact location they wanted him.  It was obvious he wasn't very bright.  A smart werewolf would have stayed and fought with hostages around.  A smart werewolf would have turned and fought them with his teeth and venom.  But he must not have been smart.  He was tucking tail and running.  Did he think they wouldn't eventually catch him?  If so then he really was even more stupid then what Chad was thinking.

Chad watched the man turn and glare at them.  Those dead, angry eyes that held his own desire to be kept alive.  He cared for nothing else but his own pleasures, he didn't care for anyone or anything but the product of himself.  He was sickening.  And then, he changed.  Chad ran forward no longer flanking Ryan.  He picked up the pace as Ryan fired and Chad pulled out his pistol and came to a halt.  He took his first shot and added to the wound on the wolf's flank.  The wolf had turned last minute and now let out a whine before baring his teeth to Ryan who was running straight for the werewolf.  "Feck."  Chad swore under his breath and pulled out his shot gun.  Chad was ready.  The werewolf was in his line of vision and Ryan was several paces behind.  But before he could make the shot an ear splitting scream came from the side of him. 

Running towards the scene was the woman.  "HEY"  He yelled.  With the shot gun behind his back again he ran towards the woman who had her own gun.  It was not aimed towards the werewolf but towards Ryan.  He was able to reach her and shover her hand up to the sky as she shot the gun.  Her arms were flying to attack.  Chad did all he could to pull the gun from his hand.  It was easy enough to do from this small, battered and deranged woman.  He didn't hit women, but if he did she'd have been on his list.  "Sit down."  He growled.  "Down on the ground.  Face down, with your hands behind your head."  He was glad he always carried a pair of cuffs.  He pulled them out and cuffed her hands behind her back while she was face down on the ground. 

[Ryan Avery]

He trusted Chad so thoroughly that he he kept his focus on the werewolf, but the werewolf had become distracted by the woman.  The shot that rang out from her gun might have hit Ryan, but that possible fate was altered by Chad who quickly took the woman down. 

Ryan heard it but didn't see it.

The woman was cursing and screaming and the din had momentarily drawn the werewolf's attention. He didn't move to attack Chad or protect the down woman, but in that momentary stall in the action allowed Ryan to line up the angle of the shot he needed.

The blast echoed out over the field as the wolf dropped in a lump on the ground. The bullet had found its mark and within moments, the pale naked man lay in the tall grasses.  Ryan kicked him over with his foot and looked at the face that had threatened so many women.  He'd do no more damage now.  The clean bullet wound had stopped his heart dead.  It left little blood on the man.  His expression is death was as bland as it had been in life.

Ryan finally glanced over at Chad who seemed to have things well in hand.  He just nodded at him.  The job was done and it could have happened without the two of them.

Ryan pulled his small radio communicator and called in the codes over the airwaves.  They'd only need wait around until the clean-up crew arrived.  Then they'd be taken the woman in for booking.

Stomping through the grass, Ryan paused and reached down to jerk the dead man's shirt off the ground.  He remembered what the man had wrapped in the shirt.  The man's thick-rimmed glasses fell to the ground.  Ryan took them up in his hand and tucked them inside his jacket pocket.  A souvenir to add to his collection.

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