Alpha's Vigilante Mate

Chapter 5

RYAN

1/07/2110

Entry, K. 10.00 pm

Stayed home.

2/07/2110

Entry, K. 2:00 pm

Stayed home.

I looked at the glaring entries before me feeling guilt-ridden.

I had a few hours before the switch and all I could think about was the possibility of being pregnant. The doctor’s words a constant echo in my brain.

If we had a pup, what would we do?

Ryan had always made her stance on having pups clear. She never wanted one. Now I was pretty scared of telling her and what reaction she would have.

Mel was not saying much on the topic,just quiet since that fateful night.

I wanted a pup for sure.Not just carrying them through the full term, but also raising them. Showering them with all the love I had missed out on, having someone that I was related to by blood would mean so much to me. My adoptive parents had been amazing, but there was always that nagging feeling at the back of my mind that I was still not their child.

Years of them being unfortunate to have one of their own, I had come to them like a miracle, their words. That night when I had escaped, I had lost consciousness on their lawn and that was how I became their daughter. Years later, they were blessed with their own bundle of joy. A daughter of their own, but they had never loved me less. But that was how the craving for something that was my own came about.

I felt lonely most of the time and having a small bundle of joy would give me, especially, a new purpose.

Ryan and Mel had their own thing and to add to that was they were going to be joining school soon and I felt lost. For most of our years, I had been the one fronting. A creation in her mind when we were locked away that represented freedom,normality, everything that she could never have in those four walls. Something to hold her to sanity.

Once we had made it out of that prison, it had been a struggle for our parents and the doctors we got. The diagnosis had ranged from bi polar disorder, to extreme depression and anxiety that triggered suicidal tendencies till Martha, our therapist and doctor, finally got the right diagnosis.We had dissociative personality disorder. We had co-existed in the research center but outside we could not get a bearing.

“R’’ had wanted out, I wanted in.

I wanted to live, she wanted to die, in fear that she would be caught and returned and submitted to the horrors that went on there.

The appearance of our wolf Mel was the breakthrough that we had needed. She promised us safety and most especially revenge, which “R” had clung on to like a lifeline. She stopped trying to kill us, agreed to therapy and all the medication we needed.

We finally found a balance.

First came the name.

“ R’’ had always referred to me as Ryan, a name formed from her memories when she was young. Being an alter that had been conjured in a child’s mind, I had little room for development in terms of uniqueness and personality. Now that we were trying to live a normal life, I had the wiggle room to find something unique about myself. First came the name.

Kelly.

I had black hair, blue eyes, lived large, easy-going and an extrovert.

“R’’ being our creator, would take on the name Ryan, Melanie for our Wolf and White, which was our parents' family name. But in whole we were both Ryan. I lived on a daily basis as Ryan, but among the three of us, I was Kelly. My entries in the journal being marked with K.

Since we left the facility, I would continue to be the dominant alter till she felt comfortable enough to take charge. Ryan/R had taken to coming out only during three occassions. When Mel and her were out on their killing spree, at the therapist's office when Martha wanted to know how she was doing or when she wanted to visit a library. Now that she was finally feeling safe, that she was almost ridding the world of everyone who had hurt her, she was ready to take the reins of her life back and I was ready to take the back seat.

But with the mishap that happened, I doubted Ryan would ever allow me out anytime soon.

At least I ended everything with a bang. I thought miserably.

Looking at the diary entry again, I abandoned updating anything else on it. The less she knew, the better.

“ It wasn't your fault,’’ Mel, our wolf, said, accompanied by a sad whine as she could feel the sadness within me.

“ Let’s just keep it quiet for now. We could be so worried about something that will not happen,’’ Mel reassured, before retreating to the back of my mind.

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[Entry R/ Ryan]

Like clockwork, I felt myself being pushed forward and I knew it was time. I was at our reading desk, the diary wide open in front of me.

The diary looked too plain. Kelly would always ramble about her escapades and I enjoyed reading every single bit of them.

Went out clubbing felt a bit off.

No cute bartender or a cute guy trying to flirt with her? More than forty eight hours and that was all she had? I got worried. I tried to summon her but it was futile. It was rare that we were all fronting unless on special occasions or when we had our monthly meetings to find out how everyone was doing. I would deal with that later. Mel and I had work to do.

My drawing book was located in the third drawer and was paired with my pencil. Over the past few days I had gotten a clear picture of the new person and now all I needed was to find them.

Perusing through the pages of the already dead people, I found a clean page and I started drawing the face. The strokes of my pencil were therapeutic and slowly the image came together.

Madam Victoria in the flesh. I wondered what time had done to her. Had it been kind to her or had she grown all wrinkly and old? I would find out soon.

Hopefully she wasn’t dead, as that would be very unfortunate.

Death that was not by my hand was such a courtesy for what she did to me.

Taking our phone, I unlocked it and scanned the drawing and like magic, her face was pulled up amongst other information about her. Following the link to her f*******: account, I got what I needed.

Lives on 13th street, Montrovia.House number 13. A neighborhood occupied by the middle class. I would have expected she made bank from the research center but that was among the least of my worries.

“ We have her,’’ I smiled while alerting Mel who had been quiet the whole time though I felt her presence all the while.

“Let’s get this show on the road,’’ she cheered.

Fitted in our black spandex bodysuit we left the house as I keyed in the location into my phone’s GPS. The drive would be approximately forty five minutes, but to avoid suspicion, I decided to drive for half of it and run the other. I had no plans of getting caught before I got back at everyone who ruined me so I was always methodical about everything.

The streets were pretty deserted even for eleven o’clock, maybe they could sense the foreboding danger that lurked in the dark. Ten kills down, I had a few remaining before I could start living an albeit normal life. Adjusting to the future meant settling all my scores with the past.

My therapist had told me to forgive and move on but she did not understand. Some things could never be forgiven.

Enrolling for physical classes was the first step that would in turn help me in interacting with people more often. It had been Kelly’s job most of the time, her being the dominant alter between us but now I wanted to stop lurking in the shadows.

One would wonder why I would pick Genetic Engineering but there is nothing more fascinating than trying to figure out what really happened to you and if it was reversible. Till to date I had never pieced together what had been the end goal of the numerous experiments that had been performed on me and the others but I was determined to find out.

I came to a sudden stop when I was almost running a red light. That had been close. An officer stopping me tonight was not part of the plan, two murders in a night would not be a good record.

You have now reached your destination,the GPS announced as I pulled in front of a restaurant. I chose the last parking spot before quietly sliding out of the driver's seat and sliding my sunglasses over my eyes. It was dark but Were genes enabled us to see in the dark so no one would find my behavior strange. Behind the restaurant and two blocks above was a small park that was surrounded by a forest. The forest stretched all the way to Montrovia if I headed West in a straight line.

“ Let’s get this,’’ Mel whistled before shifting and making a dash through the foliage. The wind rushed past us and it felt so freeing. Running on two limbs was always faster. Unlike most of the population that were Werewolves, shifting only during the full moon to full wolves, I was a lycan as well.

I could shift at will, still retain most of my human form. The fur that would cover my whole body and the claws and teeth that would make an appearance were the new addition. That was among my biggest secrets. If anyone knew of it I would be dragged back to some lab and get poked at again for the rest of my life by curious scientists.

House number 13 was the last house among the numerous rows of houses and was closest to the forest. Shifting back, I walked towards the closest tree, climbed it and perched myself right where I could easily see what was going on inside. Unfortunately,there was not a single light on in the house.

I needed an assurance that it was safe but whether there were people in the house or not Victoria would be dying tonight.

Two hours passed and it was nearly 2 am when I quietly approached the house. The windows were tightly shut but as I peered through sections that the curtains had not covered, I didn’t see much. In the kitchen, only one plate and glass were in the sink, nothing else on the drying rack.

Probably she lived alone, I deduced.

The house seemed to have two extra rooms which I needed to be sure if they were occupied or not. I shifted before slowly lifting myself to the window cill on the first floor. Luck was on my side, as the room was empty, the bed well made but not occupied. Slowly I climbed down doing the same for the other room which was empty too. Luck was on my side,now all I needed was to get inside the house. I didn’t want to force an entry and probably tip an alarm or something.

A squirrel ran past me and I knew that was my answer. In two leaps I had the rodent in my hands and after apologizing, I launched it towards the window where the window shattered as blood splattered across the pane and the rodent plummeted to its death.

Quickly, I perched myself next to the window, my claws grasping to the wall, waiting for the commotion to wake the old woman up.As expected, once she saw the blood on the pane, she opened the whole window ajar and peered below. The dark shadow I had cast because of the moonlight finally caught her attention and before she could scream I launched myself at her sliding through the opening at the same time.

I had never been more thankful for my lithe body. Her old bones took time to recover from the attack. By then I had already closed the window and pulled the curtain back in place.

“ Please take anything you want,’’ she whimpered as she crouched on the floor shaking.

Was she mocking me? I wondered. I smelled her fear that was mixed with a tanginess that was unique to humans, how interesting I thought.

I needed her to see me, to see what exactly she had aided in doing.

I moved towards her bedside lamp and put it on but she did not move, still covering herself as if that would be enough of a shield from me. How pathetic.

I remembered how many times she had seen me in the same position before she would drag my poor screaming self out of my room, my cries echoing through the corridors. How did she like it? The feeling of helplessness.

“ Look at me!’’ I ordered, my voice a bit gruff because of my shifted form. Still shaking she peered from below her arms and when she finally looked at me she paled.

That look of fear in her eyes was what I needed.It gave me so much satisfaction even more than killing did.

“ They succeeded,’’ she finally spoke, awe evident in her words.

“ Who?’’ I asked. I had been after answers and with every victim I got something to patch things together.

“ The experiment.They wanted to see if they could genetically modify the genetic codes of normal wolves to be even closer to human beings. Give them more human-like characters. Create Lycans, a superior wolf race,’’ she continued, a bit of her earlier fear having disappeared.

“ So you remember me?’’ I asked while running my tongue on my teeth sharpening my claws against each other.

“ We thought you died,’’ she replied while following my paws with her eyes.

“ Well, I didn’t. We have caught up enough, so any last words?’’ I asked, now stalking up to where she was sitting on the floor.

“ It was the doctor, Edward Peters, who gave me instructions. I am so sorry R’’ she began crying and pleading for her life. Her calling me R had been like a trigger.

“ Say hi to your fellow colleagues in hell,’’ were my final words before slashing at her throat.

Doctor Edward Peters was the next. I had no recollection of what he looked like but fate had been kind to me. I would find him. Washing out the blood from my claws in Victoria's bathroom sink, I looked at her body one final time before going through the window I had come in from. Hopefully someone would find her body soon.

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Twelve hours later, special undercover Agent Clark Dawson received a call while working on the new semester’s lesson plans. Another murder, same as all the previous ten victims.Throats slashed, head left barely hanging to the rest of the torso. No DNA as the perpetrator only left paw prints and bits of fur on the crime scene, both of which could never be analyzed for DNA. Everything led to one answer.

There was a Lycan killer on the loose but no one would believe him. Lycans were a myth and none existent. There had to be something he was missing that tied all the deaths together. He just had no idea what it was.