Hot water surged out the showerhead and cascaded over Collin's olive toned skin, making him moan in delight. His hands lightly traveled across his body, feeling the dry blood chip off and stain the clear water below. The color instantly began to turn red as it swirled down the drain, the water washing away any evidence of his latest kill off his body. After his regular routine, Collin's hand grabbed the slippery knob and turned off the water, exiting the shower. Immediately, Collin was hit with a gust of cold air, making him shiver, goosebumps rising on his skin as he grabbed his towel, drying off his body.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvtFdbnnG1C
Fog clouded his vision as he approached the mirror, frowning. Collin's hands easily wiped away the bothersome mist and stared back at himself, his eyes making contact with the darkening skin on his upper arm. It was the same spot that thing held him. Collin's slowly took a few of his fingers and probed at the skin tenderly before grimacing at the instant pain. A sigh escaped his lips as he turned away from the mirror and exited the bathroom with his towel hanging loosely on his hip, in the direction towards his bedroom.
Collin's apartment was nothing considerable; he hardly owned anything at all since he moved around a lot. His day job as computer technician at Syndicate Corporation required as much. Not that he minded. It made killing those monsters a lot easier. But Collin still remembered to play it safe when it counted. The last thing he needed was for anyone to trace him back to his job.
Most of what he had in his apartment was basic necessities: cheap coffee maker, cheap television, a futon that came with the apartment, WiFi, laptop, work cellphone and a disposable cellphone. Entering his empty room, Collin first raided his closet for a rare and special item. He quickly found the black box he was looking for and opened it, retrieving the medium sized salve hidden safely inside.
Collin had a hard time acquiring the item since it was illegal, only existing in the black market. Luckily for him, an acquaintance of his owed him a favor. The salve had special healing qualities that worked on werewolves to help them heal instantly. For humans, it sped up the healing process and left them blemish free if applied early. In his line of work, it worked wonders. Applying a small amount on his bruises, he closed the bottle, putting it back into the box and in his closet.
Clothes were quickly added to Collin's skin from the shelf inside the closet before he retreated to the living room, flicking on the TV and opening the mac book pro lounging on the black futon. Reaching down for the lukewarm mug residing on the floor next to him, Collin sipped on the coffee he made before his shower. Though it was much colder than what he would've liked, the taste of vanilla bean cream made him moan in delight, the flavor exploding on his taste buds. His mind went into a brief haze of euphoria before he changed television channel to the news. At moment, next week's forecast was broadcasting, with temperature dropping from this week's high eighties to cool sixties and seventies.
Collin's attention soon went to his neglected laptop, clicking on Microsoft Word before opening up a document labeled A List and typing in his encrypted password. Scrolling to the very bottom of the list, he stared at the number three hundred briefly and then highlighted the name next to it, before pressing the option to strike the name through. Leaning back into the futon, Collin inhaled, momentarily closing his eyes before reopening them and letting out his breath. His fingers minimized the document as fast as he opened it before retreating to Safari, wasting no time searching for his next target.
One thing Collin was grateful for was that alphas were a conceited proud species. It made his job so much easier. Searching for the next alpha on his list was no problem with all the evidence they left behind, even more now than when Collin first started, almost as if they wanted to be found.
In other news, the serial killer now branded as the 'Alpha Hunter' strikes once again, violently taking yet another alpha too soon before his time. Victim number three hundred on the hunter's death count was Southpaw County's own Re—
Collin immediately stabbed at the mute button on the television remote as his mouth gritted together in annoyance at the word 'victim' being tossed around with such ease before chucking his own remote a few inches from him and continued on with his research. He already knew what they were going to say. In a society dominated by the alphas, everything was controlled by them, especially the media. It was a perfect outlet to spread their lies, even if no one believed them. Everyone watching already knew the truth; the alphas reigning their society were no saints and this propaganda was just reinforced the fact that they were in control. And if anyone dared to challenge their rule, everyone would knew the outcome: a fate worse than death.
Collin got to experience that first hand, even before becoming what he was. And because of that, he didn't fear them. He had nothing left to lose when they've already taken everything away from him.
Shifting his thoughts, Collin went back to subsiding his results to narrow down to the next target while instantly reburying a troublesome memory that tried to resurface, back into the furthest depths of his mind where it belonged. He needed to stay focus. Emotions were weakness and a sign of no control. If Collin wanted to keep the vow he made to himself and for everyone that died that day, he needed to keep a leveled head.
With just a few key words typed into the search engine, Collin was replied back with over 300 results and clicked the source he trusted most. Even in this censored society, it was easy to keep up with the real news once the right websites were known. Scrolling down the page, Collin briefly glanced over various alphas, some repeated offenders for multiple crimes that he was all too familiar with. However, out of them all, only one name stood out the most, Viktor Pajari.
Not much surprised Collin when it came to dealing with alphas. Since hitting the age of adulthood, alphas constructed notorious title for themselves. And by the end of their eighteenth birthday, they're already murderers and rapist and soon to be branching out into kidnapping, drug trades and human and organ trafficking. But Collin soon found out that Viktor Pajari was in a league of his own. His crimes were not limited to only humans but even his own kind in more gruesome ways than one.
Scrolling down the page, Collin clenched his jaw, grinding his top and bottom layer of teeth together, trying to hold back the fury that tried desperately to take over him as he took in his target's newest bloodshed. His anger only continued to spread as his mind quickly drifted back to yesterday's breaking news story, the incident only being explained as a mass accidental gas leak. Collin out of all people should've known better. It was an almost identical cover up to what happened to his village twelve years ago.
The article explained the true story, recalling the accounts of witnesses that were like him, unafraid to die because there was nothing else to live for, that managed to escape his target's rampage. Yesterday was no accident. It was a planned massacre of all infant baby girls, whether human or werewolf, in dozens of hospitals across the nation. Devastated mothers were told eugenics, the article described it as genocide.
Collin immediately froze at the word, frowning, his anger dissipating for a brief moment. Slowly, he scrolled upward, re-reading the article but couldn't figure out the reason. Genocide was such a peculiar word to be used to categorize what the alphas did. After all, this wasn't the first time alphas went on a rampage, killing everything in sight whether it be human or their own kind. And their targets were as random as their passing emotions.
There had to be something more, something he was missing, something he wasn't yet fully grasping. Whatever it was, the article was vague in expressing it, almost as if the subject itself was taboo.
Exhaling, Collin pushed his laptop off his legs and placed it next to him. He instinctively arched his back, leaning over the couch as he stretched his arms behind him. Briefly closing his eyes, a moan escape his lips at him giving his stiffening body some relief. This was enough research for one night. Tomorrow he can look up his new target into Syndicate's database before coming up with a plan.
Reopening his eyes, Collin's hands blindly searched the couch for the remote he chucked earlier. When he realized he must've thrown it further, he sighed, picking up his head to actually search for it. As Collin's eyes briefly connected with the television –an automatic action on his part— his body immediately froze stiff, blood rapidly fading from his face while his heart quickened. Memories that Collin tried so hard to bury resurfaced, spiraling him back into the past.
There, right in front of him, was the face a monster Collin never could forget, even if he wanted to: the alpha who annihilated his village and burned its remains to the ground.
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