08-18-2014, 10:34 AM
Sierra took a picture of the card and held it out to Calvin. Calvin took it, still fighting the wolf inside of him. He could feel Dawn Wind pushing against his subconscious as well. Calvin took the card and read it.
Kasimir Bychkov
Probably some rich guy who wanted wolf pelts. There was an address too. Calvin would pay him a visit soon. Calvin looked up and saw Sierra crying and the anger melted away for a moment. Compassion sank into his body, but he still felt Dawn Wind fighting for him. Calvin approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
”Go away…I want to be alone.”
Sierra said to him.
Her response brought the wolf back, and Calvin removed his hand. Although her tone wasn't angry, Calvin felt as if she was snapping at him. He silently stepped back and then began running towards the city leaving her with her grief. There was only one way he could help her. He could find justice for Snow; his mind unable to register the fine line between vengeance and justice.
Several hours later
Calvin found himself dressed in all black, including black leather gloves and a ski mask. He neglected to put in his contacts; he wanted Kasimir to see the eyes of all the wolves he killed in his last moments. Calvin had spent the time in between preparing. He had most of the clothing, but had gone to a sports shop to pick up a hunting knife.
As he made his way to Bychkov’s residence, he began to doubt what he was doing. He needed to do this. He needed to do this for Sierra and Snow, but he felt like he couldn’t. The anger that had fueled him was subsiding. Dawn Wind had finally wrestled his wolf to the ground and was furious at Calvin.
He arrived at the house and in his anger hadn’t thought of the security system that man would likely have installed in his residence. Thinking clearly again, he realized the stupidity of what he was going to do.
Calvin realized that he couldn’t do this. The images of all the people he had failed came to his mind; his parents, his wife, his son, Sierra, and Snow. The images mingled with the thought that he had planned on coldly murdering someone. Calvin turned and went back to his apartment, his failures echoing in his mind.
He changed clothes to something less gothic and left the apartment again. There was only one thing he wanted – a drink.
((Sierra modded with permission))
Continued in Plummeting into Darkness
Edited by Calvin, Aug 18 2014, 10:51 AM.
Kasimir Bychkov
Probably some rich guy who wanted wolf pelts. There was an address too. Calvin would pay him a visit soon. Calvin looked up and saw Sierra crying and the anger melted away for a moment. Compassion sank into his body, but he still felt Dawn Wind fighting for him. Calvin approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
”Go away…I want to be alone.”
Sierra said to him.
Her response brought the wolf back, and Calvin removed his hand. Although her tone wasn't angry, Calvin felt as if she was snapping at him. He silently stepped back and then began running towards the city leaving her with her grief. There was only one way he could help her. He could find justice for Snow; his mind unable to register the fine line between vengeance and justice.
Several hours later
Calvin found himself dressed in all black, including black leather gloves and a ski mask. He neglected to put in his contacts; he wanted Kasimir to see the eyes of all the wolves he killed in his last moments. Calvin had spent the time in between preparing. He had most of the clothing, but had gone to a sports shop to pick up a hunting knife.
As he made his way to Bychkov’s residence, he began to doubt what he was doing. He needed to do this. He needed to do this for Sierra and Snow, but he felt like he couldn’t. The anger that had fueled him was subsiding. Dawn Wind had finally wrestled his wolf to the ground and was furious at Calvin.
He arrived at the house and in his anger hadn’t thought of the security system that man would likely have installed in his residence. Thinking clearly again, he realized the stupidity of what he was going to do.
Calvin realized that he couldn’t do this. The images of all the people he had failed came to his mind; his parents, his wife, his son, Sierra, and Snow. The images mingled with the thought that he had planned on coldly murdering someone. Calvin turned and went back to his apartment, his failures echoing in his mind.
He changed clothes to something less gothic and left the apartment again. There was only one thing he wanted – a drink.
((Sierra modded with permission))
Continued in Plummeting into Darkness
Edited by Calvin, Aug 18 2014, 10:51 AM.