Creature Inside Me

About Jackson Franco

Jonas shook the scene off his head as he made his way into the station. Without answering his friends, he walked straight to the supervisor's officer and walked in without knocking.

"I've told you times without numbers to knock before you enter." The elderly man complained.

Jonas paid no heed to his words as he asked squarely. "What did you do?"

"Huh?" The elderly man was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"Don't tell me you really approved for the duel to take place!"

"Oh, that's what you mean." The elderly man chuckled, leaning back on his chair. "Davina is an eyesore. Not only has she openly challenged me but she also termed it right to talk to her senior however she pleased. I had to do the needful when Isabella brought the issue to me."

"Dad! Do you understand the fact Isabella's merely looking for a way to end Davina!" Jonas snapped angrily.

The elderly man narrowed his eyes in suspicion and asked. "Why do you care so much about this girl, Davina? Or is there something I'm missing here?"

Jonas opened his mouth to say something, but shut it seconds later and stormed out of the room. The elderly man clicked his tongue and muttered. "Seems there really is something I'm unaware of."

When Jonas walked out of the supervisor's office with a gloomy face, everyone already guessed he had had a fight with his father.

He walked into the elevator and waited impatiently for it to stop and slide open.

Isabella was noiselessly working on her computer when she felt someone loom over her. Surprised, she looked up.and was shocked by the sight she saw.

Jonas staring down at her with angry eyes. She became alert and asked. "I don't remember doing anything to you. Or probably I can't remember."

"What did you do?" The man hissed.

Surprised by his question and hiss, the lady repeated her words again. "I just said I can't remember doing anything to you."

"You really made my father approve of the duel, didn't you?" The man asked, tilting his head to the side.

"What do you mean by that, Jonas?" The lady asked, becoming angry. "Not only did she insult me, she also insulted you. Even that weakling who found his way into the station through special means talked back at you because of her! Do you ahv shy idea of what people have been saying about you?"

The man said nothing for three seconds before saying. "Tell me."

"They said you've become weak. They also said you have a crush on Davina." The lady retorted.

The man's eyes flashed for a few seconds before he hissed again and walked towards his seat.

He turned on his computer, but kept on fumbling with the mouse. It happened so much that the people around noticed. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." The man sighed, rubbing his throbbing headache slightly.

After figuring out he couldn't focus on his work, he got up and left the station.

Isabella watched him from the side and bit down on her lips in Anger. Davina!

.....

No sooner had Davina and Dave left the station did their road get blocked by some black jeeps.

"What's happening?" Dave asked, narrowing his eyes at the approaching men.

"I don't know, but they do smell like trouble." Davina retorted.

Dave's eyes involuntarily moved down to their waistline where one of them had his hand on. "I think they are armed."

"When I said I smelt trouble, I meant guns."

Before Davina could make a move, one of the men hurriedly walked forward and raised both hands. "I come in peace."

Davina glanced around her. They were about twenty men on the road at the moment, all who surrounded their car. She returned her attention to the man and snorted. "This doesn't look peaceful to me."

The man glanced around and frowned. "Take out your Glocks and put them on the floor!"

The men had no choice but to do as he instructed. Only then did the man turn to look at Davina. "Does it seem like it now?"

"Yeah, a little." Davina nodded, then looked in a particular direction. "He still has his though."

The man was now totally pissed off. He walked towards the man she had printed at and searched him. Sure enough, he found a gun in his possession. "When I say drop something, you drop something!"

The next thing that happened before their eyes was the sight of the man falling to the ground with a bullet hole in-between his brows.

"Wasn't that a little extreme?" Davina asked leisurely.

Her behavior made the man in the car skeptical about her. Not only was he frightened out of his wit by the sight of a gun, but he was literally shaking vigorously at the sight of someone's life seeping out of him. Dave thought she was quite inhumane.

"Someone who has the tendency to disobey even after seeing his colleagues yield to the command, deserves to die." The man tsked and walked back to where he previously stood.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" She finally asked.

"My boss wants to speak with you." The man smiled.

"Your boss wants to speak with me?" She asked and looked the man over. She was so sure he wasn't a Werewolf. "This boss of yours, have I met him before?"

"Not exactly. However, ever since you took up this case about the death going on around town, he had picked interest in it." The man explained.

Dave's eyes turned cold as he suddenly thought of something. However, before he could say anything, he heard the man say. "His name is Jackson Franco."

The duo froze and the words of rebuke which were about to roll off Davina's tongue, was swallowed back.

Dave's eyes gleamed in delight while Davina's turned cold.

"Immediately or later?" Asked Dave anxiously.

"Can be now, Sir." The man replied.

Without further ado, the man stepped on his gas and moved forward a little, then he stopped and glanced back at the man. "Aren't you coming?"

The other man snapped out of his gaze and shook his head at Dave's enthusiasm. Then he walked towards one of the car's back seat and got in.

The men following him, bent over and picked up their guns.

"I see you're not excited." The man chimed after they had driven a little distance.

Davina, who had been thinking about a completely different thing, turned to look at him and asked. "Excited? About what?"

"You're joking right!" The man huffed glancing at the rearview mirror. "Everyone in the academy wishes to be like Jackson Franco one day. Don't you know this?"

"Really? Is that where the expression 'sleep and soft like Jackson Franco' came from?" The lady asked in surprise.

"Exactly!" The man exclaimed.

That sentence was often used in the academy whenever they were training. If one does an impressive skill or breaks a record, he'd say 'Sleek and soft like Jackson Franco'.

"Hey, care to know the story of Jackson?" The man called out excitedly.

Davina stared at him from her side eye and smiled lightly. Simply because she didn't want to burst his bubble, she refused to mention her encounter with the man.

"Yeah, go on."

"So once upon a time, a case similar to ours happened. But this time, the predators were Werewolves. It was reported that this breed was really strong and powerful and no one had ever been able to win against them." The man began.

"At first, they were acting normally. Living mainly in the forest and carrying out their own activities in it until one of them got greedy for human meat, so he ventured out, captured one of us and took him back to his people for them to have a feast. They realized our meat was way better and delicious than the animal flesh they ate, so they hunted us more. After all, they were strong and more powerful. Everyday, at least three to five humans disappeared without a trace and their remains were never found. Humans lived in terror as no one was able to solve the problem, but that was until Jackson made an appearance."

"He set out and hunted down the goddamn creatures, tore them to shreds and burned their place of inhabitance." The man concluded and laughed a little too loudly.

The story sounded five percent familiar to one she had heard before, but Davina just couldn't pinpoint where.

"Was the name of these creatures, or should I say pack, mentioned?" She asked curiously.

The man frowned and furrowed his brows. "I don't quite remember. But I know it was called a pack."

Davina hissed and threw her head out the window. "A group of Werewolves are called packs of course. However, they always have this name before the pack is mentioned."

The man bit down on his lips as he tried to recall the name of the pack.

"We're here." A male voice sounded and the man got distracted for the time being.