The Beginning of the End

The Beginning of the End chapter2

The police were at a loss as what to do because nothing like this had ever happened in their sleepy little town. A few headed into the woods in search of the shooter as the rest hurried into the school to determine the total amount of damage. The Chief walked into the principal’s office where a few of his deputies were standing around scratching their heads. The secretary was still passed out and Carl, the nurse, was trying to bring her around with smelling salts. In the other room the principal was slumped at her desk, the right side of her head plastered against the wall. He just shook his head as he turned around to walk out into the hall and was startled to see a tall light complected man standing there just a few feet away from him.

“Jesus H Christ, man. Who the f**k are you,” the chief said as he took a step backwards. “Chief, your language,” Carl scolded as the secretary was beginning to come around, “This is Patrick Katz, he is the new English teacher. The students that were shot are, or were, in his class.” The chief looked the man over from his salt and pepper crew cut to his black boots polished to a mirror shine. He grunted as he nodded his head at the out of towner before pushing past him and into the hall to get a report from his men. “What the f**k is this country coming to;” he said to himself as he stood there waiting on his men. He was old school, in his world the Alpha didn’t run after the pups, he waited on them to come to him.

Patrick watched, one eyebrow raised, as the officers came in to give the chief their reports. His hypersensitive hearing allowed him to hear every word that was spoke and after the third or fourth report he understood that they were as clueless as the chief was. He rolled his eyes and turned to Carl, “I have a few things I have to go tend to,” he said as he looked at his watch before looking at Carl, “Let Ms. Dawn know when she has recovered, she has my number and will be able to reach me if I am needed.” With that said he spun on his heal and walked out of the office, brushing past one of the officers as he did so. “Asshole,” the officer said as Patrick kept walking down the hall and vanishing out the door.

Patrick stood there, hands clasped behind his back, and stared first into the dark woods, then up to the sky. The sun warmed his face, bringing him the strength that he would store away for a burst of power that he would need later. How much later was still unknown to him at this time. The school door began to open and one of the officers stepped out and began to look around, confused. “Hey kid where did that man go that was just standing here?” The kid looked at him like he didn’t know what he was talking about, “What man,” he said. The officer, beginning to become annoyed, “The new English teacher, I don’t know his name.” The kid smiled, “It’s Mr. Katz and he left a while ago, it had to be fifteen to twenty minutes since he left, you aren’t to bright are you officer.” He was still laughing at the cop as he got in his bike and left him standing there steaming at the insult.

Patrick stood just inside the tree line watching the exchange between the boy, Joey he thought his name was, and the cop that was beginning to turn red, frustration showing in his movements and on his face. “They will never be on the lever we are, Dolkkalfar,” he said as he turned his back on the school and facing the shadows of the deeper woods. “You can reveal yourself old friend, I saw you in the shadows after I executed your minion. Did you really have to kill the children?” There was a slight shudder in the shadow of one of the old trees, then its form began to change and a mad dressed in a fine cut black suit stepped out of the shadows and smiled at Patrick showing a mouth full of red teeth. “Old friend is it,” the man said as he stepped closer to Patrick, “Last time you called me friend, Patrick as you come to be called now, I remember loosing two fingers and the tip of an ear. The men stood there staring at each other, looking like mirror images of each other.