CAMILA_*_*
      "Are you insane!?" Russ rushed out, calling out to me. 
      "Look, I'm not asking you to be a part of this. This is my story, and it's high time I get back to telling it my own way!" I fringed back at him. 
    "There's always a better way to everything—" 
    "Yeah? You don't know who this man is and what he is capable of doing. He would even be worst now! You think he wouldn't come for me? I fucking shot the man and cleared his business, and I saw him die! …" I tried to calm down as the we were attracting people's attention from the club.
    "No, Camila, I'm not going to be a part of this. You are to keep a clean slate, this life isn't good for nobod—" he'd been cut short by several gunshots to our side! 
    "Get down!" I pulled us down behind a car while they rained bullets on us. 
     "What the fuck was that!?" Russ groaned. He had been shot in the arm. 
    "My old pal, I guess…" I looked at his arm and got furious at the sight of blood. "Holy shit! They shot you!?" 
    "No, no it's okay. It's just a scratch, I'll be alright. How do we get out of here?" He demanded, even when the bullets were our only companion, flying over head with dungs and tings on the ground, they didn't look like they came for a warning, or stopping anytime soon for negotiations. 
    "I - I don't know!" I stammered. 
    "Huh?" He crumpled his face. 
    "What do you mean, you don't know? Are we going to die here?" 
    "We have hundreds of bullets raining at us, how do we get out without getting killed?!" 
    "Nice talk. They are going to kill us anyways, the car can't hold us for much longer!" 
     "Camila!?" The gunshots died out by the second and an angry and dangerously sounding voice emerged. 
    Russ and I had been bruised by the glasses and bullets already. I pulled up myself to peep from the glass side who it was, calling my name, but what I saw was rather surprising, and terrifying that I had to crawl back to my shell. 
     "What was that?" Russ asked, breathing heavily. 
    "Someone…" I muttered. 
     "Do you know him? I mean do they know you?" 
     "Of course, every killer knows me, but I don't know him—" they attacked again by pulling off a car and throwing it at us. 
    Russ jumped off from the spot, unto the next car shield and I crawled to him. "What was that?" His heart was beating against his ribcage. 
    I brought a gun for a reply. Russ sighed. "So, you have had tht all these time and you'd rather we die?!" 
     I checked the gun for bullets and smiled. "Loaded… yeah? You keep talking about keeping a clean sleet" 
     He looked at me like I was a clown. "But you had a gun on you, a gun…" he said in a lower pitch. 
    "Now let's see what good it can do for us…" I slid out of the spot, under the car and targeted a few legs, or as much the magazine can go. 
    They shot back! Gunshots raged and raved as more than a couple of them were down, And I would finish them off by a head shot or a chest shot.
     I pulled back to our defense, my bullets had been exhausted. I and Russ shared a concerned look and he had this “we are doomed” look on his face.
      "Do you have any friends?" Call them" he said, sounding like it was our last resort and the only saviour we had, but I disappointed him.
    "You're my first friend in crime…!" I yelled to him. 
     "Oh…" he muttered. "I have lived a long life though…" 
    "Yeah, you're old enough to be sitting on the couch everyday with your grandchildren watching some TV shows, but here you are—" 
    "About to get killed" he chuckled. "I really wished that I had grandchildren, you know. But I never got the chance to even love…" his last word hit me like it was something I should have at the moment.   
    I knew that I had it, and I somehow need it. The gunshots died out and his words were prominent, it didn't matter if we were going to die, because it could be our last moment, and I for one, had lived a long life. 
    "I never thought about redemption, never felt like I could be redeemed, it didn't matter, until Logan…" 
    He smiled. "I hope you find everything you're looking for" he said, slowing down his breathe.
     "What about you? What are you looking for?"
     "Love" he replied with a smile. 
    "Why? Why is it so important to you?" 
    "Love is one thing, but can be everything, love is hope, faith, and strength. When you're in love, when you feel Love, you're pushed to be the best version of yourself. And love mustn't be from someone you would call your soulmate. Love is in every beautiful, and good thing we see. In the smiles of everyone across the streets, in the heart of the healer, in the heart of the teacher, even plants and animals… but in this life, I have never found Someone whom I connect so deeply. You know that spark you feel with someone, and only them can bring about that spark?" 
    "Do you want love?" I asked. 
    He looked at me and nodded his head. "Yes" 
    I dropped my gun and raised my two hands up.
     "What are you doing?" Russ asked with a furrow between his eyes.
    "Making sure you get what you want…" I stood and brought myself out to the limelight. 
     "Wait, what! No!" He resisted, he struggled to pull me back, but I had already made my choice. 
    All their guns were pointed at me at once, and the big wolf with them clenched it's teeth at me, like it wouldn't wait to tear me apart because I'm dangerous, more dangerous than him. 
    "Oh wow, a wolf" but it wasn't too much to take in, I thought I had dealt with something like it before. It was a big brown wolf and wouldn't stop cringing at me. 
    "I know who sent you, take me in and leave my friend alone, he has nothing to do with this…" 
    Their supposed leader signaled at them to take me. Two men jacked me and a hilux car parked right there. I cowered as the brown wolf shifted into a full blooded, large muscular man, and they brought him a short to put on. 
    "Oh my God" I stammered. 
    Another car arrived shortly after a call, while the men who had circled me, steered away and I met Pablo Don Pablo face to face. 
    He was a Spanish drug lord, and a fucking snake, he was just a monster. 
    "Oh my friend! It's been a very long time! Hahahahaha it's time we get together again. What do you think?" He said, smiling. 
    "Go to hell, Don" I spit at his feet. 
   His men made a move but he halted them. "I must say, I'm quite disappointed. Didn't expect to get a call that hey, Miss Lipa has surrendered. Oh my jingles, Lipa! What happened to you! …" He walked around me. 
    "What made you so weak? Perhaps, your friend?" 
   They dragged Russ out. 
    "No! Keep him out of this! We had a deal!" I struggled to release myself but their grip was strengthened. 
    "We? You had a deal with my men, not me" he said with a chuckle. 
     I looked at Russ and hated myself for bringing him into this. 
    It was my fight, not his. He deserved better than getting hurt for my sake, i felt sorry, and a bit helpless. I knew I had gone cold for so long. 
    "Leave him, alone, Don" I said through clenched teeth.
    "Are you threatening me?" He asked unbelievably. 
    "What does it look like?" I was fuming. I could feel the heat stir around my body, I could feel my blood boil in anger, and whatever it was and why, it was giving me strength, and power.
     "I'm sure you have met my friend?" He asked, pointing at the man that shifted into a wolf. 
   "He's a lycanthrope, you can also call him, a werewolf. He has super human strength, hearing, speed and can kill all these men in matter of seconds…" he said with pride.
   "How many did you even kill? Just… five! Five! You have really gone soft! Expected to see all their dead bodies, with your own body torn apart and your head in his hand! What happened to you?"
    "Oh God, can you all stop with the questions already!? I'm thinking!" 
   "What?" He looked surprised. 
   "Yeah, that face. That's what I wanted to see, you think I have gone soft?" I chuckled. 
   He took some steps back, and before everyone else could raise their guns, I had two grenades in my hand, triggered already. I let out a smile, as the two men holding me fell on the ground with my hands covered with their blood, and two knives fell to their sides. 
     "The law of surprise, you remember? You loved me for this trick" I threw out the grenades. "Russ get on the car!" 
    "Kill her!" He yelled. And once more, it was a party of life and death. The grenade had killed and wounded, only a few were left, which I finished off with the knives and gun. 
    "Camila!" Russ yelled at me, and when I turned to see what it was, I was hit, I could feel myself get so feeble that I could fly, I hit my body on an iron frame! I heard a few bones crack. 
     "Rhhhgrr!!" It was the werewolf! He came at me again and pulled me by the leg, dashing me away again so my body hit on the car. 
    He growled and shifted into a wolf, I managed to shoot a few shots. But it didn't even penetrate his body. 
    "Damn" I muttered as I pulled myself up from the ground with two knives in my hand. It was either death or death. 
    He growled, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet on the ground. "Come and get me, you monster!" It felt like I hated it and all I had to do was bring misery and pain to it. 
   I haven't felt that kind of hate and anger before, something more powerful than my own will was pushing me so hard to kill it, that I stood, instead of running, believing that I could take it down. 
    It growled and rushed at me…
    With one swift move, I caught the big wolf, my two hands held his body and my fingers were engraved into his body. 
   He winced as I buried my teeth into his neck and hit him off me. He shifted back to a human and shivered on the ground. 
    My eyes widened and my lips parted without a word as I was surprised at what I had done. 
    His blood was on my lips and I tasted it. It tasted good and sent some kind of satisfactory signal and strength all over my body. 
    "What the hell am I?"