The Hats in Mysteries.

Fight in the office-2

With his glare fixed on her, Hevinsen asked “why did you stop me from doing my work? I had the upper control on her and she is mine. I can do whatever I desire with her then who are you to stop me!”

Joe lowered his gun, stood straight bravely, and replied “I don’t care what you do with her. Kill her, choke her to death, tear her, it doesn’t matter me and I won’t stand against you or on her side. Your task and hers all are under your control. However, what I did was gain your attention on me.” he continued explaining that since it was your given statement that I AM the real threat to you then why are you changing the face of the book. Instead of attacking someone who could be the reason for your chances of victory you should be focusing on the danger that stands ahead of you.

“She did her job well,” said Joe as he spun his rifle and stood by hanging it on his shoulder “and now you should attack me rather than getting angry on her. She’s just a protector, right? So the protector does jobs that are only under her title…” in the end he smiled at him.

He stayed at his pose as though he was waiting for that man to attack him. He wanted him to pay full attention to him. But, then a question arose, why was he doing this?

Why was Joe so confident about his surroundings?

What was he planning that he had such big guts in him at the time of the darkest night outside in the sky?   

This confidence and self-admiring made the Principle burst into anger. It made him thrill in rage that his teeth clenched and his muscles were trembling all over his body. He couldn’t keep himself down just because of that boy, Joe his smile viewing at him.

He turned to him by charging his hand and said “very well then, I will do as you please. Let’s fight to see who shall escape this building first.”

“Not just that” answered Joe taking his pose “do what your mission requests and I will do what mine speaks.”

“Very well!!” thundered Hevinsen, he opened his hands wide and summoned aloud “Awake! Awake! Awake! RISE!!” his hands glowed high and under him, a large square-designed symbol opened in white color.

From all the four sides of the square stretched out four blue diamonds, with a bright light the diamond began to absorb sand within themselves. Not just any normal dust but, from the breeched wall where the giant beast was lying.

When the crest appeared the boy of the werewolf turned into grey sand and dusted away flying straight into the four diamonds crest.

Joe was getting surprised by viewing how power was progressing in front of him. For the first time, he saw someone using such a huge amount of superpower within themselves without any errors or going berserk.

This man was releasing great power all around that shook the earth, cracked the wall, and vibrated the window till it turned white anytime ready to burst into million pieces which would directly crush on Joe’s back as he was standing with his back at it.

“Amazing!!” wondered Joe looking at the abnormal phenomenon taking place around him “this man is truly strong. He’s using his powers and energy in reviving that werewolf back.” He learned the process by reading the mind of his opponent, “No wonder he seems very confident in his victory. On the other hand,” he looked at his gun thinking that his weapon plus, his bullets these two won’t stand a chance against him. My pieces of stuff are just objects against fire that would burn them down. A plank of wood is nothing for a fire none is iron anything against flame, these all melts by the heast and the same plays for the power of the summoner who releases high amount of power.  

However, over his hopeless thoughts, he layered it with a firm mindset that, Joe, himself also wasn’t any simple person left behind. He also had two abilities one reading mind, the other turning transparent and invisible. Though, they weren’t as powerful as Hevinsen’s but, if he stored some pressure in his mind and think deeply before moving out then it could be possible that he may win a chance to escape him.

“To hunt down the summoner and kill the werewolf” recalled Joe his mission written on his file, “that’s all that will take me to do.”

He stood aiming his rifle at the summoner waiting. From his side, he let the opponent do what his task required and then fight on. There was a reason for him to do so plus he wasn’t ready to disobey it as he stood there waiting.

Once, all the grey dust was collected into the diamond, the four diamonds joined together into a large diamond, in front of the square crest, releasing a bright light around the room similar to the midday sky.

From the bright diamond again there a huge furry werewolf stood out. It was all well fit in shape muscled, huge in height, and black in color with red glowing eye adding sharp thin pupil at the center of the thick eyeball. It was all burning up in the rage of revenge as it was looking at the boy in front of him.

Surely it had remembered what he did, at this moment the beast got its grip on him when they crashed on the table.

Once it had him at the end of the line, the boy attacked back in an unexpected way which was resulted in blowing his head after receiving a hard jolt on its head by the wall. And now it wanted to revenge on him.

When you come to see this recovery of the werewolf, the way the summoner used to call it out, it may seem to be a recaination however, this wasn’t the case here. What he did was call out another werewolf from his collection.

By using the grey dust that carried the early creature’s flesh, hairs and bones all rusted not to mention, even the werewolf’s sight, heart and memories, he restored the circulation of the precious werewolf into a new wolf so that the next comrade would continue the mission without receiving a new command from the master.

The black werewolf called out from the brown werewolf all its memories: the pain, rage, and hatred from that human who had hurt him, and due to this it was ready to slice off the boy.

On the second move, it was shivering while steaming out of his breathing mist of heat, with its lungs pumping in and out double in volume however, all it did was wait for the order to move out.

Neither he moved nor the boy as Joe’s eyes were locked on the summoner surprisingly not at the giant creature in front of him.

With his hands spread open, Hevinsen the summoner ordered “MY WEREWOLF! GO AHEAD AND SLICE OFF THAT BOY! CARVE OUT HIS HEART FOR ME AND THEN!!” he leered looking down at the lady on the floor adding “kill that useless brat for me.”

RROAAAARRRRR!!!!

ROOOOOOOAAAAARRR!!!!!

The loud deafening roar of the werewolf gave a quake to the entire room, vibrating each and everything presented in it. Once it took the glimpse on the boy, its mouth began to pour out sticky liquid of saliva like it was extreme hungry to swallow the young boy in one gulp.

At the next minute, swiftly Joe rushed to his right side, running off his track, as the werewolf gazed at him, the boy ran first for his hat that was laying at the corner of the room.

He quickly picked it up and wore it on his head, fitting it tight on his ball shape head saying, “I don’t know why is it so necessary to be cautious of my suit but whatever is the case I am been given orders to always have the full set on me which is why I don’t want to lose my hat.”

Turning back to the stage suddenly, a shadow shaded over him, when he looked up it was that black werewolf, it had pounced straight on him with its claws opened wide and jaws stretched open like a hollow red cave. In instead, the youth felt his whole body burning up in the next result he turned invincible. In a crash, the werewolf attacked him its claws straight into his chest but it slipped and fell over him, passing straight into him and hitting the wall.

Taking this advantage, Joe dashed towards the large office desk and stood on it with his gun getting prepared.

With its fur covered in dust and some scars of wounds, the werewolf rushed back at him this time it strike at him with his claws charging from left to right luckily this time it missed again as it passed through him.

But, then the dark side appeared.

Once the claws had it escaped, Joe suddenly coughed out blood.

He quickly covered his mouth with his right palm stopping the bleeding from overflowing. He could feel hot liquid covering up in his palm as he stood covering it.

All of a sudden, he began to receive severe pain all over his body as his blood began to heat up. When he looked up at the beast approaching him, his vision went blurry as he felt dizziness all over his head.

He shut his left eye trying to get a perfect view but, still, it wasn’t giving any support.

In a heavy stamp, the werewolf stood in front of him glaring at him in hunger but, Joe didn’t let fear conquer in his heart. His heartbeat was racing out to his chest punching the hip cage however, above all horror this youth wasn’t ready to run away even for his life.

Both the boy and the beast stood in front of each other in a close distance, on one long table staying at one prey to the other with just their breathings meeting each other.

The black werewolf stamped his feet heavily on the table cracking it from one end to the other, it went on the young boy swiftly grabbing Joe’s arm which was covering his mouth.

This time it had him, Joe wasn’t invisible thus something was wrong.

“STOP!” came up an order and the werewolf paused “What’s wrong, my Joe?” questioned Hevisen as he stood on his place watching the show performing on his very own table “at first you were showing such an act of courage and strength with hopes and guts in fighting me but, now tell me what has got into you? Did your tongue slip off or something? Why are you bleeding, my boy?”

Suddenly, Joe coughed again as blood began to flow out of his fingers.

“Oww……… how sad” teased Hevinsen while leering at the youth’s bloody condition "you must have reached your limits boy. You are not always a hero to play around with your own toys. Remember even toys get ragged and break. The same goes for you. so tell me now, what are you planning to do? Struggling all in vain” he stretched out his palm at him adding “or fell on your knees and beg for mercy from me, after all, I am your principal and may think of it for a bit. Which one will you choose? It will all be granted.”

“QUIET!!” thundered the young boy saying “it will all be over right here right now with my own hands.”

In a glow, his entire structure turned transparent, he moved back escaping from the grip of the werewolf which surprised it.

He pulled his rifle at the right and fired straight at the principal.

KOT!

Within the next second the gun fired, a shield appeared in front of the man blocking the bullet and saving his life.

The man looked at his right side to find the protector’s hand lifted towards him as she was laying on the floor.

“I must protect my master…” spoke the fading voice of the women and the palm dropped on the floor with it the shield faded.

“Darn it! But right on the spot” cursed Joe when suddenly he got shaded, he saw a large palm falling on him and he jumped off the table escaping the heavy stamp of the beast before him turning into a mince under it.

Without losing a second, Joe landed at the other side between the window and the desk, he squad on the floor with his hands using his full force on his bend legs, he kicked the table sending it flying away.

The werewolf jumped into the air dodging away from the table, unfortunately, it didn’t notice the plot behind when it heard aloud,

“YOU FOOL!!”

CLASH!

That large table luckily had four wheels which helped the table stand firm in its position without any slip or movements around, even Joe and the werewolf stood on it and the large table didn’t move an inch from its place however when given a hard kick to it, it flew straight to the principal, dragging him along and crashed him into the other end of the room, stamped him straight on the wall with blood vomiting out of his mouth. A loud sound of cracking bones was heard in the room. This bad stamp on the wall threw that wicked man on his knees as he leaned on the large desk catching up his breathing.

 Luckily the table went passing by the protector who was lying on the floor, once she saw this, it shocked her out of her skin. She wanted to make a move out of her condition, and help her master in recovering his wounds but she had no strength to lift up even her hands.

It was all grained away by the loss of air in her lungs. She stayed lying in her position in tears, whispering inwards, “I…… I don’t wanna fail my mission…. I want to win. I don’t want to be punished…..OH! dear please help me.”

On the other side, Joe was still on the ground when he saw a werewolf hanging high on the roof, with it claws nailed on the wood. It clenched its teeth, roaring at the boy who was sitting on his legs.

In an extreme rage, it bounced off the roof, shooting itself straight on the boy with its claws stretched forth to stab the boy when swiftly Joe picked up his riffle and aimlessly fired at the werewolf

KOT!

KOT!

KOT! He fired three bullets at the wolf which bit its chest but didn’t bring any damage cause it was still heading at him when suddenly

BANG!

Another loud shot was heard that hit the back of the head of the wolf and its head got blown away resulting in the fall of the headless, werewolf falling thump on the ground.

…………………………………………………………………

“Back there in the office what was done was the voices of the lady, ‘The Protector’ her crying whispers were heard into my ears, I understood that she was still concussed which would block me from attacking that wicket man.

And the time when I saw the table behind me I had an idea to use his object against him but I was confused about the protector whether she was still having any strength in her or she has really fainted…… To make myself clear I fired at him the moment I got on the table. This shot helps in two ways.

One was that ‘The Protector’ was still alive and she was forced to use her last strength.

The other was that it made one thing clear this summoner couldn’t protect himself. He needed her help and at that moment she was down on her knees due to exhaustion, beaten by her own master.”

“I tried……………….yes…………I tried with all my strength………….to fight this double face man and survivor this horror. I wanted answers. I wanted to reply.”

“What was actually going on around me? What was happening?  Why was it happening?

     To me………………To my friends…. It all disturbed my inner senses however, I had to keep my patience. To learn something you need to be silent and patient and that’s what I chose for my surroundings……..”

“On the other hand, I was kind of confused during the tragic event with questions in my head that why was our school principal Mister Hevinsen named on the top of the hunting list?

Who was hunting him?

If the answer goes to that mysterious place named WIC Company then why were they hunting him?

What was there in him that we had to struggle with hum?

Most sadly, why were WE asked to do that for them?

Did they know of our close relation to each other?

Did they know we were students under his school?

Did they know all……..?

WHY……?

HOW………………?