APARTMENT 510
Bang.
The door splintered inward under Selene's kick. She stepped through the frame like a shadow taking shape — her silhouette framed by moonlight spilling through the narrow gap in the curtains. Dust motes drifted in the pale glow as she advanced, silent and deliberate, her movements carrying the fluid precision of a predator stalking prey.
The room was dark — lifeless except for the faint hum of the city beyond the windows. She swept her gaze across the apartment, her heightened senses scanning for disturbance. Her boots made no sound against the worn wooden floor.
At the window, a drawer sat half open. She reached in and drew out a plain envelope. Inside, photographs — human lives captured in frozen smiles. One by one, she examined them under the ghostly light, searching for meaning.
The same man appeared in several — Michael Corvin. Ordinary and Unremarkable. Yet the Lycans were following him with relentless focus. That was no coincidence. Lycans did not hunt humans without reason, not unless they were desperate. Something about this man had drawn them out of the shadows, and that made him dangerous.
Among the photographs, she found one showing him with a woman — perhaps his partner. A faint frown touched her lips.
Rinnnng!!. Rinnnng.!!!
The sudden shrill of a phone shattered the silence. Instantly, her stance changed — muscles tensed, eyes narrowing, her instincts alive. She tracked the sound to the next room and moved swiftly, opening the door with quiet precision.
The call had gone unanswered; the machine picked up. A voice — male, nervous — filled the darkness.
"Hey, Michael, it's Adam. The police were just here — they're convinced you were involved in the, uh... the shooting."
Selene's head tilted slightly. The message continued as she caught another sound — soft, deliberate footsteps from the living room behind her.
She moved without a breath of sound, vanishing into shadow.
"I told them there's no way you'd be involved, but they're looking for you... right now—"
The voice was cut off by motion. A man had entered the apartment, pausing near the phone. His attention was fixed on the message.
Before he could turn, Selene was behind him.
In a blur of motion, she slammed him against the wall, pinning him by the throat with inhuman strength. The man gasped — panic and confusion flooding his face.
Michael Corvin.
"Why are they after you?" Her voice was low, sharp, the words edged with threat.
Before he could answer —
Wooooooh.!!!!!
A howl sounded,
long and guttural, it cut through the night, echoing across the rooftops. The sound of something not human.
Crack. Crack.
The ceiling groaned, wood and plaster fracturing under sudden impact — heavy shapes landing above them. Low growls followed, vibrating through the walls.
Selene dropped him instantly.
Thud.
Michael hit the floor hard, gasping for air. Selene turned, drawing her pistols from the holsters beneath her coat. The customized weapons gleamed black in the half-light.
Dadada-dadadada-dadada!
Gunfire roared as silver-tipped rounds tore through the ceiling. Dust and splinters rained down.
Michael scrambled to his feet and bolted for the door. Panic surged through him, raw and instinctive. The hallway outside stretched into darkness. He ran.
At the far end — he reached an elevator. He entered and slammed the button repeatedly.
in the hallway Selene chased, she turned sharply, firing at shadows that burst through the walls — monstrous shapes with glinting eyes.
She saw him run.
"Wait—!"
Too late.
The elevator doors slid shut just as she reached them.
Bang! Bang!
Her fist struck the metal in frustration, but the lift was already descending.
Then the hallway erupted again — beasts lunging through plaster and steel. She spun and fired both pistols, each shot reverberating through the narrow space.
Inside the elevator, Michael was trembling. His breathing came in ragged bursts as he tried to steady himself. The sound of gunfire echoed faintly above.
Then — a thud. Something heavy landed on the roof of the lift. The metal shell shuddered under the weight.
Michael froze, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
The gunfire ceased. Silence stretched for a heartbeat.
Ding.
The elevator came to a stop. The doors opened with a slow hiss.
There,
a man stood waiting.
Tall and composed. His expression was coldly confident like that of a predator.
"Hello, Michael."
Michael's heart stopped.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire erupted again — it sounded from the far left. Within the blink of an eye,
bullets struck the stranger, jerking his body violently, but he did not fall. He ignored the rounds that tore through him, eyes never leaving Michael.
In a single motion, he surged forward, ramming into Michael and forcing him against the back of the lift.
Before Micheal could react, pain interrupted his rampant thoughts.
Searing pain as fangs pierced his flesh.
"Ahhhh!"
Michael screamed, thrashing as blood spilling down his neck.
Then suddenly,
in an instant, the assailant was torn away — it was selene. moving at blinding speed. She dragged Michael out by the leg, her grip unyielding.
Lucian did not follow. He rose slowly, blood glistening as he bared his canines.
Reaching into his coat, he retrieved a small glass vial and spat blood into it, his eyes glowing a strange, metallic grey.
he quickly removed his coat as he craned his neck in weird angles slowly, his eyes closed to endure the pain. his skin darkened slightly for a moment as a growl escaped his throat.
The wounds that riddled his body began to close . Bullets — silver slugs — pushed themselves out of his flesh with a soft metallic scrape.
his wounds closed as he opened his eyes once more.
Outside the apartment complex
Selene shoved Michael into the car and jumped behind the wheel. The engine roared to life and sped off.
Vrrrrrr.
"What the hell is going on?!" Michael shouted, voice shaking. The wound on his neck burned like fire.
Selene said nothing, eyes locked on the road ahead. Her mind raced. That lycan — it had taken multiple silver rounds and remained relatively unharmed. No ordinary Lycan could survive that.
She tightened her grip on the wheel.
Bang!
The roof of the car buckled violently. Something had landed on it.
Lucian.
Shing!
A blade punched through the roof, slicing between them. Michael jerked sideways, barely avoiding it. Selene swerved hard, the tires screaming as she tried to throw the attacker off.
The blade withdrew — then struck again.
Shing!
This time it pierced her shoulder.
Selene gasped, blood blooming across her coat —