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Russell helped Aziel take the drinks back to the table that was picked out, and took himself a seat with his back facing the wall, and with a little bit of distance from the others. Not too much for it to be noticeable mind you. He kept his gaze locked on Peter, as if expecting trouble from him. He particularly didn't like how he was eyeing the ladies. For whatever reason it just made him uneasy. The only time his gaze was off Peter was when it was surveying the room, again he was expecting trouble. But when the shit hit the fan he was caught a little by surprise.
The front door was surgically striked as it was blown wide open, and men in full on tactical armor. Russell's heart began to pound as he saw them throwing in the gas grenades. 'COVER YOUR EYES AND MOUTH!' Russell's wolf ordered him. Russell closed his eyes tightly, and covered his mouth and nose in an attempt to lesson the effects of the gases. As gunshots began to fill the air Russell was frozen, his entire body shaking, and his heart feeling like it was gonna beat out of his chest.
Russell began to hyperventilate, and gripped his left shoulder, the one with the scar from the shotgun blast he got so long ago. Russell was in a haze, his ears rang loudly as memories began to flood his mind of the massacre that claimed his family. He could almost feel the heat of the fire that burned down his home. He was snapped out of his thoughts by Peter yanking him down, grabbing him by his left shoulder. Russell swiped away his arm, and his right hand shot out, and gripped Peter's neck. Russell snarled at him as he squeezed, looking like he was going to kill him.
Russell shook his head to regain his senses, and took his hand off Peter's neck. As more gunshots erupted around him all that Russell could hear was the beating of his heart. The constant thumping sounding like thunder in his mind. His entire body was shaking. "Not again.....not again..." He lowly muttered to himself. Russell looked up for a moment, and saw Charlie, and Evangeline getting snatched. Russell's eyes widened at the sight. 'RELEASE ME! I WANT AN OCEAN OF BLOOD!' His wolf continued to howl loudly in his mind.
Russell groaned in pain as he could feel his wolf trying to take over. His eyes turned a burning yellow, and his bones, and muscles began to shift around under his skin. As his face began to grow hairier Russell clinched his teeth, and shut his eyes tightly as he focused, and his shifting began to recede. "No.....I need to be in control. I can save them. Not.....you." Russell growled lowly to himself. Russell looked over at Peter who was still unsure of what to do. "We. Kill. Them. All." He snarled with his yellow eyes burning with intensity.
Russell grabbed Peter by his shirt collar, and pulled him to be mere inches from his face. "I swear, if you had anything to do with this I will hunt you down and kill you! I'll rip your FUCKING head off with my bare hands!" He snarled, and then pushed him away. Russell stood up, and closed his eyes, and rolled his head on his shoulders. He grabbed a beer bottle, and just as before he cracked it in half to make a makeshift shank. He then walked into the cloud of smoke. Russell focused his enhanced hearing on the sounds of the gunfire, and followed them.
He came behind one of the attackers, and grabbed him by the back of his neck, and jammed the broken beer bottle into his neck. Russell then dragged the body out of the smoke, returning back to where he was with Peter. Russell laid the man on the ground, and removed the man's gas mask, putting it on himself so he could better traverse the cloud of gas.
Russell then took the dead man's side arm, and returned into the cloud. Russell made his way towards the bar, as he needed an edge on these people. He came across two men in the gas, he sneaked up behind one of them, and quickly grabbed one of the grenades stuck on his belt. In the blink of an eye Russell grabbed the man's head, and shoved the grenade into his gas mask, and pulled the pin. Russell then kicked the man from behind, pushing him into the other one. Russell then shot the other man in the face, going straight through the lenses in his mask while the flashbang grenade exploded in the other's mask. Gunshots then zoomed over his head as another man began firing at him.
Russell moved without thinking, and dove behind the bar. The one who fired upon him began to approach the bar, and one he did Russell leaped up, and pushed the barrel of the gun upwards, and then quickly punched the man in the throat, and then face before he yanked him over the bar. Screams of pain could be heard coming from the bar before abruptly stopping. Russell hopped up, his mouth covered in blood. Russell then quickly grabbed himself several bottles of alcohol, and then went back down under the bar.
After a moment Russell popped back up with four makeshift Molotov cocktails in tow. With his lighter in hand he started by throwing two of the bombs towards the attackers, lighting several of them on fire. The men he lite up began flailing around, running like chickens with their heads chopped off. Russell hopped over the bar, and walked through the chaos, looking like a man possessed. Russell threw another bomb, lighting several more on fire. With his last bomb Russell threw it at the man that had tasered Aziel. Russell stopped for a moment, and stared down at Aziel before he rushed out the door.
Exiting to see the attackers throwing Charlie, and Evangeline into the back of a van. "EVE!" Russell shouted as he opened fire on the men that loaded them up. Two of the men stayed behind to deal with him while the van sped off. Putting several shots into the attacker's armored chest. While it didn't do anything to them it was enough to knock the wind out of them. Russell rushed over, and grabbed one by his armor, and used his enhanced strength to throw the man into the other one. Russell looked up to see that the van was no longer in sight. "DAMMIT!" He roared.
Russell looked down to the ground to see one of the men's shotguns laying there. Russell picked it up, and as the men got up Russell shot them both in the chest with the shotgun. While it didn't kill them it still broke several ribs, and nearly knocked them out. Russell bent down, and removed their masks. He also too off his mask, and tossed it aside. Russell got up, and pressed his foot on the chest of one of them. The man groaned in pain as his broken ribs were pressed upon with all of Russell's considerable might.
Russell pumped the shotgun, and pointed the barrel at the head of the man. "Where are they taking them!?" He snarled at him. The man spat up some blood, and glared at Russell. "Screw y-" Before the man could finish his insult Russell pulled the trigger, blowing his head clean off, splattering blood, and brain matter everywhere, and just soaking Russell in it. The other man witnessed this in horror. Russell turned his attention towards him, and made his way over to him. The man quickly drew his pistol, and fired a single shot. Luckily his hands were shaking out of fear so bad that the bullet grazed Russell's cheek, leaving a large slash mark.
Russell used the shotgun to hit the man's gun out of his hand, and then mounted his chest. Russell began repeatedly whaling on the man's face. "WHERE ARE THEY!?" He repeatedly screamed as he continued to punch him. But the man could only reply in a gargled mess. Russell hopped off his chest, and turned him over on his stomach. Russell grabbed the man's head, and ruthlessly began pounding it into the pavement. It wasn't long before the man's face was just a puddle splattered across the ground.
Upon seeing this Russell backed away in a panic, his eyes returning to their normal shade. He was just drenched in blood. As he looked upon the unrecognizable faces of the men he brutally killed. Russell began hyperventilating, and he ran his hand down his bloodied face, inadvertently smearing the blood all over his face, and hair. "Oh god.....what did I....?" 'YOU DID WHAT YOU NEEDED TO DO. I'M PROUD OF YOU.'