Exile Of The Damned

By Michael A. Burt

Decan Morris has eliminated the Blue Wolf for the good of all Garou, but the cost was almost too high. Now that Megan is back in the safe confines of the Den, Decan takes drastic measures to insure Exurt Delucor will no longer be a threat to the Brutes. Risking his life in so many ways, Decan executes a plan that will have Draven foaming at the mouth if he ever learned the truth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael A. Burt
• Release date: Jul 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476059389

Michael A. Burt

Last year I started writing submissions for the Creepy Podcast, and they accepted quite a few of them. I decided to publish these stories in volumes, but as I continued to write, the stories began to get longer than the word capacity for the podcast. Most of the stories in Volume II are longer than they appear in the podcast. All of Volume III will be longer than what is on the podcast.

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Exile Of The Damned

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Exile Of The Damned

Copyright © 2012 Michael A. Burt

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EXILE OF THE DAMNED

The metallic odor of blood seeps into his nostrils as the car races down the empty road. His mind jumbles with a mix of emotions.

Fear…

Panic…

Confusion.

Where the hell did all those guys come from? He asks himself as the smell creeps further into his brain, his heart sinking more and more with the building fear. This wasn’t what he had in mind when he worried about something bad happening. He could’ve sworn whatever happened was going to happen to him, not her. There’s nothing he can do while driving, but there’s no time to stop, not while everyone is looking for them. What the hell have I done? They wouldn’t have even been at risk if it wasn’t for him. He turned a simple mission into a gauntlet of pain and blood. The risk was too great, but he didn’t see it past the payoff.

A scream from the backseat reverberates in his ears, he’s got to do something. Just hold on, he says, hold on. But what can he do, he’s not a doctor. We’re going to get help, he says, but neither of them believe they’ll make it in time.

She tries to talk through the pain, it’s not an easy task. With a burning silver bullet inside her and help hours away there is little hope. You’ve got to get it out.

I know, he looks in the mirror at her. Eyes flutter with the burning pain, the absence of light is creeping into her mind. Stay with me. If she loses consciousness what little hope there is fades like cigarette smoke in the wind.

She slumps to the seat with a thud that drives a spike deep in his heart. Megan!

ONE

Draven watches as his personal surgeon works on his daughter. The apartment she has set up in Oregon is now in ruins from the medical team frantically moving around. Fear is what gives men wings. The fear of not being able to save her is the wind that makes them soar to high altitudes just so they can plummet to the vast depths of despair. If the worst happens there’s no telling what Draven will do, but one thing is certain. If Megan dies, none of the medical staff is going to see the light of another day.

It’s every father’s greatest fear, losing a child. He already lost one to Seth the Lycan. Now his daughter lays unconscious on the dining room table of her apartment. Somehow it’s so much worse to him to lose his daughter than his son. Jack was a good boy, but he fucked up more than he should’ve. Megan’s been the perfect child, his deadly little princess. In his grief he grabs Decan and slams him into the wall.

What the hell happened Morris? He’s desperate to do something. His anger won’t allow him to just stand around any longer. The only thing he can do is take it out on Decan. Not that it’s a stretch for him to do, he’s never liked him as long as he’s been aware of him.

We ran into a little trouble at the hospital. He sounds as dead as he feels. Decan doesn’t even care that Draven is man handling him. Normally that would rouse some fight in him, but not tonight, not with everything that’s happening on that table. Seeing Megan lying there covered in blood has rendered him defeated. He hasn’t felt this defeated since his love was taken from him so long ago.

You call that a little trouble? The sheer understatement of Decan’s comment causes his anger to increase. Like a volcano on the verge of eruption the pressure builds in his brain. Draven pushes him harder into the wall, his only outlet the pain he intends to deal to Morris.

Decan could make a smartass remark, but another look at Megan covered in gore stops him. He doesn’t even worry about how Draven would react to such a comment, dying would be an easy way out of this. Even if the old wolf makes it last days, it’ll still be easier than watching her die.

Where were you when my little girl was getting shot? Next to her recovering, he needs more than anything for someone to blame this on. Draven may not have completely liked Decan yet, but he’s all there is left to blame. In his own way he was warming up to him, the first stage was just disdain. It was almost to the point where he was going to call Morris by his first name. A small step by most, but a tremendous leap for Draven. That all went out the window when he heard about Megan.

On my way. Draven slams him into the wall again, Can I explain what happened? Now he’s getting a little mad. He sees that Draven wants to blame this on him. He can’t fault him for that, Decan blames himself too.

You damn well better!

Decan gives a detailed report of the events from his point of view. Troken probably had SWAT on stand by since his wife was there giving birth. He must’ve anticipated some payback for the attempt on your life. If that isn’t the case we got bigger problems cause they came out of no where. We did the best to kill them, but you can see the result. Getting annoyed by Decan’s voice he slams him into the wall. So hard that this time the drywall dents inward with an imprint of his back. It’s not the tone Decan’s using, just the sound of his voice is pissing him off. He’d prefer to be hearing Megan giving a report while Decan’s the one bleeding out. In a case like that Draven probably wouldn’t give two shits about it in comparison to this. When we were far enough from the hospital I parked the car at a rest stop. She carries a first aid kit in the trunk. I managed to pull the bullet out, but I’m not a doctor. I cleaned the wound and patched her up as best as I could. No matter what I did I couldn’t stop the bleeding. At this point he’s rambling so it’s not such a surprise when Draven slams him into the wall again for saying, I didn’t have any pain killers, but she passed out before I ever got started. Now there’s a hole the size of Decan’s back in the wall.

Draven’s now holding him against a different section of wall, but he changes his hold to encompass his throat. The blood flow to his brain is lessening, and gray is creeping into his vision causing everything to become hazy. For someone as skinny as Draven is he’s a strong fucker. Most of his upper body hasn’t redeveloped from when Seth the Lycan snipped him in Florida. Most of his muscle mass was taken when the surgeons tried to repair the damage from the large, high velocity round. What little was left wore away from lack of use. It happens to body builders when they stop working out cold turkey and don’t attempt to start again for months. If she dies Decan, I’ll hold you responsible.

Decan manages to get out, If that happens I take full responsibility, sir, as the world gets even darker. Draven lessens his hold, but doesn’t let go. Decan feels more responsible for this than he should. Megan would tell him not to worry, but since she’s unconscious he worries enough to cause a human to have a heart attack. Lets hear it for being Garou.

I can’t believe she let you talk her into this. What the hell was she thinking? Even though Draven approved this mission, with enthusiasm, he still needs someone to blame. It often happens with men of power, they always need a punching bag for when the shit hit’s the fan. In some cases, this normally being one of them, the punching bag doesn’t survive. Garou can take a tremendous amount of physical damage when it comes to beatings. Makes them the best candidates for living punching bags. Decan can see it will take days for Draven to kill him, and he’s not sad about that, doesn’t want to put up a fight.

I would never put your daughter in a situation she couldn’t handle sir. Decan’s voice gives way to the darkness clouding his mind.

Draven lets go of Decan, realizing he’s about to lose consciousness. Instead of letting him recover he delivers a punch strong enough to break a human’s neck. What do you call that? He points at the men in green scrubs covered in blood. Decan didn’t think one person had that much blood in them.

Barely recovering from the punch he stands back up, but still seeing double. The main doctor walks over to Draven, taking off his blood covered gloves. Relief noticeable in his voice. If he failed to bring her back there’s no doubt Draven would’ve killed him too. He knows this. She’s recovering, sir. The bullet penetrated her liver, but she’s already healed some of the damage. If Mr. Morris hadn’t taken the bullet out when he did she would’ve bled to death before they got here. The bandages he closed the wound with kept her from bleeding out completely. He saved her life.

Hope springs like a geyser, filling their souls with relief. It’s almost too good to be true. The amount of blood she lost should’ve killed her. Draven wants to believe what the doctor’s saying, but his grief makes him worry. She’s going to be okay?

Yes. A tension he was all too aware of leaves him with a surge of endorphins to the brain, giving reality a dreamy feeling, When the bullet entered two fragments broke off and lodged themselves in her intestines. We managed to get them out, but we had to take a few feet of intestines as well. She’s gonna need bed rest for the next few weeks to heal that amount of damage.

Yes, of course. Draven says, it goes without saying. Have her taken back to the Den. I know her mother will be more than happy to have her back home for a change. The doctor walks outside to talk with two of the paramedics they brought with them. Draven turns back to Decan. The fury in his eyes dissipated with the good news, but it’s obvious he’s not happy with him. You may’ve saved her, but you’re the one that put her life on the line in the first place. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you.

She’s a skilled assassin sir, she knew what she was doing. I was there to help her, not the other way around. If you’re going to blame anyone for this, shouldn’t it be you? You’re the one that agreed to the extra target. We never would’ve done it if you hadn’t given the green light. Decan keeps it to himself, it would only make matters worse. The last thing he wants to do is give Draven more reasons to hate him right now. Or ever for that matter, but sometimes he can’t help himself. The man has a natural hate on for him.

It’s a good thing Draven doesn’t know it actually was Decan’s idea to take out Troken. He’s beat Decan to death if he knew. That’s beside the point. Get back to your assignment before I have you punished for disobedience. It’s the first time in a long while that someone’s been able to say that to him and not eat dirt.

Again he keeps his mouth shut. Decan can understand the way Draven’s treating the situation, but that doesn’t mean he likes taking this abuse from him. Before he leaves he whispers to Megan, I love you, and kisses her forehead. Let me know how she’s doing. He grabs his stuff and hops on his motorcycle. With headphones on he drives away hopping she’ll be alright, and unsure of his fate if she won’t be. The doctor says she’s going to