The Original's Return (Book 1) by Watkins David

Author:Watkins, David [Watkins, David]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Horror | Werewolves
Publisher: David Watkins
Published: 2013-06-03T04:00:00+00:00

11

“What’s that?”

The road was pitch black, no street lights or any light for miles in either direction. It had started raining as they’d left Barnstaple and a fine mist had reduced visibility to less than fifty yards. Jones couldn’t even see a house in the distance. Bloody country. A lay-by came into view and Jones swerved into it, brakes squealing as he stopped the car.

Thud! Thud!

Both men looked into the back of the car. The sound was definitely coming from the boot.

“Now what?”

Knowles shrugged. “Fuck knows.” He reached into the glove box and pulled out his Browning. It was empty, but still felt reassuring in his hand. You could, after all, give someone a hefty smack with the butt.

“I hate this op,” Jones said as they opened their doors and got out. “I used to love Devon, now it just seems fucked up. Is this what inbreeding does to you?”

“What?”

“I mean, how many of them have been fucking animals?”

Against his better judgment, Knowles had to ask: “What are you talking about?”

“Those wolf-people. How many people fucked a wolf before that happened?”

“They turned into wolves, Jonesey. They weren’t ‘wolf people’,” Knowles gritted his teeth. They were both standing by the boot now. He was thinking of Carruthers and his big dog story. Carruthers hadn’t wanted to admit the truth either. He couldn’t blame him.

“I know,” Jones said, his voice quiet. “I just didn’t want to sound-”

“Crazy.”

The two men stared at each other for a couple of minutes. The knocking sound brought them back to the roadside.

“Open it,” Knowles hissed. He drew his hand back, ready to swing down if anything jumped out of the boot. His hand was curled over the top of the barrel, middle finger through the trigger guard. He had one leg slightly in front of the other. Jones clicked the boot button and the Beamer’s boot swung open.

Jack Stadler sat up, screaming. Knowles brought the gun down, swinging his arm in a downward arc. The blow connected with Stadler’s temple and he crumpled, lying still in the boot. The woman lay under him, and Knowles was relieved to see she was still headless. Her blood had caked Stadler.

“HOLY FUCK!” Jones shouted. “I can’t take this. Jesus, I just can’t take any more of this!” He put his hands on his head and stepped into the road.

Knowles peered at Jack until he was sure he wasn’t going to move again. “Calm down, Jonesey.”

“Calm down? Calm down? Are you fucking nuts?” Jones said, his voice breaking. “He was dead. He was fucking dead. We put about thirty bullets into him.”

“He was also a wolf.”

“Is that meant to make me feel better? Now we’ve got a zombie wolf guy in the boot of our car?”

They were silent for a second and then Jones started laughing. “I think I’ve gone crazy.”

“You haven’t,” Knowles said, suppressing a grin. “You do need to get me a flashlight though.”

Jones retrieved a flashlight from the glove box and handed it to his sergeant. Knowles shone the light into the boot.

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