Novel Storm
Chapter 108
Chapter 108
Attacked
It started with a loud ringing in Roxanne's ears. Noises and bangs disturbed her sleep. Roxanne
twisted and turned on her bed, unwilling to be disturbed by the sounds which took away her peace.
“”
Myriads of sounds all humbled together continued to haunt Roxanne until she had had enough of
it. She opened her eyes and slowly rose up from bed. It was early, not even 7 am, yet she was already
being disturbed.
It wasn’t Rita that woke her up though, neither was it her mother… It was a strange noise that
disturbed her sleep.
"…A dream…?" She muttered to herself, still unsure of where the sound came from, or whether it
was even real, to begin with. Since she just woke up, her senses were dull, and so she decided to
return to bed since it was still early.
“Guahhhhhhh!!!!”
“Kyaaaaahhhh”
“Hahahahahahaha”
Roxanne heard sounds again. This time it belonged to people. Various noises with both fear and
thrill mixed. Where it originated from, she had no idea.
“What the hell is happening?” Roxanne muttered, rousing herself from the singer which was
clouding her face.
She left her room and walked to Rita's bedroom to ask if she was also hearing the noise and
unpleasant mix of various conflicting sounds.
“Rita, it’s me… Open up!” Roxanne knocked.
As her hand hit the door, she found that the door was already ajar. For the first time, Roxanne
decided to use her heightened senses, focusing more on her nose and found out that Rita was not in
the house. She raised her nose and smelled even deeper.
“She was here less than an hour ago… She left her room for… The door?” Roxanne muttered.
Suddenly Roxanne's eyes widened. An expression of shock was written all over her face. What
was this that she sensed? It felt unreal, yet Roxanne could feel it vividly. Now that she had increased
the scope of her senses she could feel it, what was going on beyond the door.
It all started to make sense to her, why she suddenly woke up, why Rita's door was not closed
properly… Because Rita was in a hurry to go somewhere, to leave the house. The reason for that,
Roxanne was beginning to know.
Slowly, Roxanne walked to the door. Her body trembled as she approached it, raising her shaky
hands to open it. As she drew nearer and focused on the door, the noise grew louder. She could hear it
more clearly now.
Screams of pain, tears of agony, laughs of enjoyment, groans of struggle, cries for help… The
conflicting mesh between the two seared through her brain, but Roxanne kept herself together and
bravely opened the door, prepared for what she would see when she did.
Roxanne's eyes widened as her mouth trembled, tears formed as she looked at the sight before
her. It was chaos… It was horrible, terrible… It was war!
“H-How… How is this happening…?!” Roxanne mumbled in confusion.
What she had seen was the sight of battle. A scene of complete anarchy, where two sides fought
and killed and fought even more. On the floor were fallen, bloodied bodies. She looked at the bodies
and recognized most of the faces, save a few… Those were the villagers, members of the pack.
“A-Are they… Dead?!” Roxanne muttered.
“H-Help m-me…” Someone muttered.
She couldn’t find his exact location due to the many other voices she was hearing. She looked
around but saw no one bearing the voice. All she could see was conflict, a one-sided slaughter. The
perpetrators were none other than humans… Hunters, and the victims… Werewolves.
“Die!”
“Wretched devils!”
“W-Wait, please stop!”
“Noooo”
“Take this!”
“You monsters!”
Roxanne heard the sounds getting more and more as her head pointed and her heart raced. Rita
had told her about it, but to think it would be this horrible, the bloodshed.
Some werewolves fought back, and Roxanne watched from a distance how they savagely
attacked the humans who held guns and dressed like genuine hunters, predators of the wild.
The humans wore masks, hiding their faces from everyone present. They wore camouflage which
was colored in white and black, though it was now stained with the red hue of blood.
“Keukkk!!” One of the humans let out as a werewolf struck him down.
“Filthy devils!” He muttered, before passing on.
Roxanne walked forward and kept moving straight ahead, taking in the mayhem about her. Her
most throbbed and for some unknown reason she felt stiff, as though she couldn’t do anything but keep
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However, that all changed when she saw something that made her body jolt.
She saw Rita, or rather… She knew it was Rita, though it looked nothing like her. What stood there
was a brown humanoid wolf, taller than the rest of the Hunters that surrounded it, yet weakened. It
slavishly launched out its claws, hitting some of the Hunters, but missing most of them. In return, those
who were lucky enough to come out unscathed shot at the bipedal wolf with their rifles.
“Arrrrr” The wolf let out in pain.