Chapter 4 THE GHOSTLY ALPHA WOLF

Thunderclap roars across the sky with patches of lightning rattle the room walls. I drift in and out of a conscious state. My temperature is high with rage and murder. I felt sweat coated against my skin, odd delirious thoughts of murder pops in and out through my mind at an uncanny pace. I brandish my hands with a kitchen knife with eyes of wrath and despair.

“ How dare you? You little brat.” she picks up a baseball bat from the wall. She brandishes the bat edge of steel as it caught the light of beaming spotlights shone, like a heavenly weapon from heaven. She swings her deadly bat crashing down arcing to pierce my face. Suddenly, thunderclaps and the scenery around us change as her bat seemingly moves in slow motion, as if someone pressed a pause button from a remote control. She paused in swinging action in motion. The door behind me swung open with a creaking sound.

Thundering flickering light's against my back. From the dark of my shadows, she came.”I perceived a strong bloodlust of hatred, revenged to kill, and I have come to fulfill your dark dreams.” A dark figure with pair of red gleaming eyes in a wolf form looking at me standing in the rain. thunder flash revealing its dark fur over its body.

“YOUR HEART IS FILLED WITH ANGER?DO YOU WANT REVENGE? YOU JUST NEED TO SIGN A CONTRACT WITH ME BUT ON TWO SIMPLE LITTLE CONDITIONS.

I turn around and the creature walks into the room. It stood tall like one humanoid black shadow with a wolf head and clawed hands with fangs in his teeth. its body is dark like a silhouette figure with his white sharp fang teeth and red eyes seen.

"Who are you? I questioned the strange black wolf humanoid shadow element flickering around me.

I MEAN YOU NO HARM, THAT'S IF YOU CORPORATE WITH ME. HI DEAR, MY NAME IS THE CRIMSON DEVILISH GHOST WOLF BLOODY MARTA MARRAI. I AM A VENGEFUL ALPHA FROM A SCHOOL NAME KING CREST HIGH SCHOOL. THOUGH MOST OF MY POWERS ARE SEALED. I WILL GET MY REVENGE WHEN MY MOTHER Awakens.

Mother? I questioned, MY MOTHER, LOST EVERYTHING AND SHE AWAKENED ME. WELL FOR NOW LET TALK ABOUT YOU. I CAN BE OF USE TO YOU. I WAS CALLED BY YOUR BLOOD LUST FOR MURDER.

The dark creature flickers around me staring at my face.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO KILL ANYONE ALL BY YOURSELF. I HAVE A METHOD THAT'S IF YOU SIGN A CONTRACT WITH ME AND YOU CAN USE MY POWERS TO A CERTAIN DEGREE BUT THERE ARE RULES. Rules? What kind of rules? How do you plan on killing her? How does it work? I question?

HOLD YOUR HORSES YOUNG MASTER she stares at my novel book HMM MPH. THAT COULD WORK. LET ME EXPLAIN. I AM AN ALPHA GHOST WOLF AND I HAVE THE POWERS TO SEE THINGS HAPPENING THROUGH ANYONE EYES AS LONG AS MY POWERS ARE IN MOTION.

I CAN MANIPULATE HUMANS AND THEIR SURROUNDINGS AND ALMOST ANYTHING BUT FOR THAT TO WORK. MY FAIRY DART. MY MARK WHICH IS MY CLAWED WOLF HAND IMPRINT MUST BE AROUND THAT PERSON NECK. I CAN TELL YOU WHAT YOU WANT. I COULD TURN YOUR NOVEL BOOK INTO A SCENE OF DEATH. ANYONE YOU WISH TO KILL. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS DRAW OUT A SCENE ON YOUR NOVEL BOOK AND WRITE OUT A SCENARIO OF HOW, WHERE, AND WHEN YOU WANT YOUR VICTIMS SHOULD DIE AND MARTA WILL POSSESS THEIR SOUL AND MAKE THAT SCENE COME TRUE. I WILL KILL THEM WITH MY TRUE FORM BUT YOU NEED A FACE TO DO THAT.

YOU MUST HAVE a MENTAL PICTURE OF HIS FACE AND STRUCTURE TO BE ABLE TO DRAW THEM AND WRITE THEM OUT.

SIMPLE AND EASY RIGHT, AS SIMPLE AS WRITING A NOVEL BUT I NEED THE PICTURE FROM YOUR HEAD TO KILL ANYONE YOU WANT.

“Form, is this, not your real form? I questioned.

YES, I CHOSE THIS FORM TO APPROACH YOU, SO YOU WON'T BE SCARED TO DEATH. MY REAL FORM IS QUITE VERY SCARY, IT HELPS ME CREATE THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF FEAR IN MY VICTIMS. NOW THAT WE ARE HEADING SOMEWHERE. LET US CONTINUE MY RULES ARE

1.WITH THE METHOD I HAVE GIVEN YOU. YOU MUST KILL A SOUL ONCE EVERY TWO WEEKS, I HAVE A QUOTA TO FILL TO THAT DEMON THAT RESURRECTED ME.

THESE ABILITIES ARE A FRAGMENT OF HIS POWERS. ANYBODY IS FINE BEING IT GOOD OR BAD AS LONG AS I CAN TAKE A SOUL. FAIR ENOUGH RIGHT

2.YOU MUST NEVER FALL IN LOVE. IN OTHER WORDS, THAT'S IS NO GIRLFRIENDS. MARTA IS AN ALPHA FEMALE AND YOU ARE GOING TO BE MY MATE. I AM A VERY JEALOUS CREATURE OF HATRED, REVENGE, AND DISTRAUGHT. LOVE WEAKENS MY POWERS. MY POWERS INCLUDE POSSESSING ANY SOUL AT YOUR COMMAND. YOU WILL BE ABLE TO SEE THROUGH THE EYES OF YOUR VICTIMS TO SOME EXTENT BY LOOKING INTO THEIR EYES. ONCE A CONTRACT IS SIGNED. I CAN'T KILL ANYONE EXCEPT YOU GIVE A COMMAND TO IT HOWEVER IF MY MASTER THE HOST THAT HARBORS ME IS IN DANGER, I AM PERMITTED TO DISABLE THAT PERSON TO A WHEELCHAIR OR INTO A COMA" YOU WILL SEE VISIONS OF HOW A MURDER IS COMMITTED BY ME AND YOU CAN USE THAT VISION TO YOUR ADVANTAGE.SO WHAT IS IT GONNA BE EJIRO.

The desperation of the human heart, when they want something, will never let them see the consequences of actions they pattern in. They only realize their mistake after the result of what has happened and at that time, it's too late.

I signed a contract with the ghostly alpha wolf if only I knew what I had stepped into. I wrote out a scenario with precise details of her killed by a truck. And then drew her a cover portrait of her face. I practiced with my stepmother and when I was done. I stood in front of her to see how this unbelievable magic works. Marta lifts her clawed hand and then thrusts a clawed finger into my throat. A torrent of blood splats out of my neck and I remain unconscious for a while and I woke up. My eyes have shifted into something else. it's neither dark nor red. The time pause collapsed, and my stepmother took a step backward holding her bat.

"What are you? She questions shuddering.

She couldn't believe her own eyes. She sat frozen in fear, there was no mistaking it, and she was looking at the room walls. A giant dark shadow of a monstrous devilish ghost wolf stood behind me overshadowing the walls as it crept towards her slowly with dark clawed Hands brandishing the room. My brown eyes begin to gleam into crimson blood glint; the clawed hand gripped her neck with a hand imprinted across her neck. She became possessed as lights begin to fade from her eyes. She took steps walking. She walks out of the house standing in the middle of the road as though she was some kind of ghostly apparitions permanently frozen by the mysteries of time I watched in a vision with my red eyes as she stood in the road.

A flashlight of a Mack truck crushed her to death. That thundering night was the rebirth of a new me. I went to sleep soundly. By morning the cops came, and her body was taken to the homicide forensic department with my father devastated.

My father trusted his friend to find out the cause. The only thing the police noticed was the Blackclawed imprint across her neck and soon was written off that she was drunk. Little did they know that a storm was coming? By morning, I went to the bank before heading to school, to check out the information my mother had left for me. I showed the manager the code from the picture as instructed. They open a safe deposit box. There was a large sum to set me up for life and my education, but I was not interested; rather, I wanted blood to spill most disastrously. I had to think of a scenario of the best possible way to send them to hell. The most terrifying way. Surprise, they were just nine of them, including my father. Others in the book were relatives who part too in the sharing of her wealth. The mistress and the man who was the master minder of my mothers distraught was a politician governor named Gregory Boston. He likes to travel by air. I had a perfect death flash through my brain. I have to plan carefully.