Fighting Spirit Series Chapter 77: Mei Style or the Gentle Way?

**Jack: **

“Oh, you think you are bad. Let us show you the true meaning of “BAD”.” Desmond hissed as we picked up his bloody, battered body slamming it down on the surgical table, while Lexi handed us pliers.

“So, we ask again. Where is he?” Desmond hissed calmly with a deep undertone pointing the pliers between us, then clicking them against the guys’ elongated fangs.

The guy smiled amused, winking at us as Desmond yanked out the first fang with a loud cracking crunch, dropping the fang into his palm. The guy coughed laughing blood away as he spat another wad of bloody mucus.

“Seen bigger.” Desmond laughed sinisterly as he dropped the fang onto the floor with a hollowed click against the hard-tiled surface.

“Now I ask again, where?” I asked with a dark hellish tone as my eyes narrowed at his smug smirk.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He spat laughing like a dying cat.

“Wrong answer.” I hissed as Desmond yanked out his other fang this time adding more force, feeling as his jaw dislocated under my hold. A deep screaming howl as Desmond poked the tip of the pliers into the open root canal.

“Jack.” Eli laughed sinisterly as he stepped forward with a blowtorch and silver, while Xander grabbed a scalpel tapping the blade against the metal surface.

“That’s the problem with you hybrids, thinking you are better than us.” Max laughed darkly as he stepped forward rubbing sea salt into the open wounds, screams erupted in the room as Max pushed the salt deeper.

“Now, we ask again. Where?” I asked angrily watching as his body fought hard to heal itself.

“Jack!” Seth yelled holding up his cell. Switching positions so I could take the call growing angrier that someone called in the middle of our fun.

“Yeah.” I stated coldly, listening to the low snarky laughter. Arrogance.

“Alpha Jack what a pleasure.” The male voice hissed over the speaker.

Eli slowly placed the blowtorch against the guys’ skin, watching as red blisters formed under the intense heat. Smelling the festering flesh and hair. Loud screams filling the air as the caller hissed in laughter.

“Do whatever you want, he won’t talk, why would a dead man speak?” The caller laughed as my blood boiled. Seth motioned to keep him talking.

“If you want your precious wifey and pups alive, along with the delicious Redhead, I suggest you listen closely.” The caller spoke arrogantly as his voice became clearer. Aeros!

“Fine. What do you want?” I asked as I looked up at the guys staring at me while they slowly tortured the guy with the blowtorch. Evil smirks, narrowed stares as they watched the skin turn a charcoal color.

“Bring your lycan asses alone to the coordinates I am sending. Do not be late.” The caller laughed cutting the line. Seth grabbing the phone before I could destroy the bastard in my hand. Vibration indicating an incoming message as Lexi walked over reading the text.

“Zone 47V E: 510631.71 N: 6764330.39.” Seth Spoke as Lexi typed the coordinates into his phone. Pinching the bridge of his nose, rolling his eyes annoyed.

“I guess we are going to Siberia.” Lexi said holding up his phone. Turning back to our guest who was laughing hysterically.

“What’s so funny?” Lexi asked dropping down to his face and growling.

“Bunch of pussy whipped idiots.” He laughed as Lexi sliced his ear off, shoving it down his throat in mid-scream.

“Lexi has a dark side.” Brutus howled in laughter.

“Right. Who do we know in Siberia?” I asked looking over at Desmond smiling ear-to-ear. My patience growing thinner by the second.

“I know a few people; give me like “ten minutes” I will be right back.” Desmond laughed exiting the room ‘poofing’ away before the door closed.

“What should we do with him?” Seth hissed as our eyes dropped to the guy squirming under Max’s hold, while Eli carved into the guy’s chest with a silver dagger.

“Well, seeing we know we are heading to Siberia, how about we wrap this up, check on Milly and Riley; get our asses across the States and the Atlantic.” I said sliding up to the guy hissing a scream out as Eli grabbed his tongue with the pliers. Lexi slicing the silver dagger across his tongue removing it with a loud ripping sound of wet sloppy meat.

“Hey, can I try a Mei?” Max asked looking at me with bright sinister eyes. The guys started laughing hysterically as Xander questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“Mei castrated Titan and fed his junk to his dogs.” I laughed darkly as the guys eyes bulged out of his head. Shaking his head vigorously.

“Well shit! Go for it.” Xander laughed amused, holding down the guy’s shoulders as Max stalked around his body slowly.

“Now do I do it Mei style, or the gentle way?” Max laughed with a twist of sinister, tapping the scalpel blade against his cheek thinking as he smiled.

Slicing into the scrotum sack, slicing slowly along the meaty underside, up and over pushing the blade down deeper into pelvic flesh, giving it one final yank before it dropped to the ground in a loud wet splat against the tiled floor. Blood pooling from the once encased flesh. The guy stayed conscious long enough to watch as we drove a silver spike through his chest, stopping his heart with the final blow.

“You call that gentle? You are just as twisted as Mei.” Rocko laughed as he approached with Jaxon and Braxton bandaged, looking down at the ground with heavy eyes.

“You two did good, do not beat yourselves up over it.” I said as I placed my hands on their shoulders. Both looking at me with bright eyes.

“Right, Sebastian, Allister, and Winston will be waiting for us at a private landing strip in Siberia with a couple teams of sled dogs.” Desmond huffed walking into the room eyeing the bloody mess frowning like a sulking puppy.

“Man, I missed the good part.” Desmond laughed snapping his fingers as Dominic helped Rocko drag the body to the incinerator. Do not need any more surprises.

“Okay, we need to hurry up, pack warmly and have Damian ready the ammunition crates for transport.” I said exiting hastily followed by the guys howling, snarling entering the elevator.

“Fucking Siberia.” Brutus growled as we exited the elevator sprinting towards the house.

It makes sense. All the North American clans can trace themselves back to the European and foreign clans. Siberia!

That is like trying to find a needle in a fucking a haystack.

Face palming mentally as I reached our room, grabbing the warmest clothing I have, along with stuff for Mei. Fighting the bubbling rage swirling in the pit of my stomach as I took in her scent one last time before exiting the room, jumping down flights of stairs, sprinting out the front door meeting up with the guys.

“Okay. Rocko. You, Jaxon and Braxton get on the phone, call in every available body we have from the city. We need this place fortified while we are gone.” I stated as I threw my duffle bag into the back of the SUV.

“Go.” Rocko stated pointing his finger to enter the SUV.

Fist bumping the three as I jumped into the passenger seat. Motioning to head out, Eli laying it hard on the gas, spinning out as we sped away from Demon Wolf.

The house growing smaller, before disappearing into the backdrop of the approaching morning.

Stopping at the border post noticing a black Suburban sitting off to the side. Eli pulling up alongside as the window slid down, revealing Derek and Damian.

“We heard you might need some help.” Derek said flashing me a dangerous smile.

“You heard right.” I stated eyeing Damian grinning evilly.

“The crates are already in the air as we speak. Desmond notified his contacts about their arrival.” Damian smiled pointing to head out.

Eli again putting the pedal to the metal, making haste towards our private airfield thirty miles north.