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We caught up to her, cornered her at a cliff face. My worst fears came true, for she was still in Feral form and it was shocking. She had turned into a giant wolf, grand and god-like, her eyes glowing a hot yellow like twin stars, her snarl baring nightmare fangs fit it seemed to rend the world.
Yet when those eyes locked with mine that glow faded and I heard her whisper my name, through that mouth from hell, and something inside me snapped.
Before I knew it I was standing with my back to her, the shotgun slick and wet in paws that felt like stone, and I was pointing it at my two deputies.
"Climb," I said, so softly I could hardly hear the word myself. "Then run."
She heard though.
"What the fuck are you doing mate!?" Rex screamed, pointing his rifle at my head. "You've ruddy lost it!"
Brett just stood there, shocked, and the hurt in his eyes broke my heart. "Boss?" he asked, his tone unreadable. "Are you really doing this?"
For what seemed a long time there was nothing but the driving rain and the sound of her scaling the cliff, her claws grinding and grating against stone, the harsh huff of her labored breath as she struggled in the ascent. Rex shook his head as if awakening from a dream and raised his gun up, taking aim at her.
"Drop it," I hissed, "Or I'll blow you in half."
He stared incredulous at me, then dropped the rifle. It landed in the mud with a wretched squelch.
"You next, Brett. Put it down."
The bear hesitated. I knew what was going through his mind. I was a crack shot, the fastest trigger in all of southern Florida to hear some tell, yet we were already pointing guns at eachother and draw didn't matter anymore.
Yet I had been his friend. For a long time.
"Fuck you," he spat, hurling his gun to the ground. His eyes looked strange after that. Rainwater or tears I couldn't tell the difference. "I can't believe you'd throw away your badge and your honor for that murderous bitch. Gonna join her now? Gonna kill us and elope?"
"No one else has to die," I said, my voice sounding far away. Was I doing this? Was I really? I had though, hadn't I? It was far too late to turn back. "Go back to the jeep, go back to town. Tell them what I've done, I don't care."
Rex swiped his safari hat from his head and curled his lip in disgust. The dingo was livid. "You're off your fucking rocker."
Brett just looked at me, one huge paw curling into a fist.
I gestured with the barrel of the shotgun. "Start walking," I ordered flatly. There was a metallic taste in my mouth. The moment shone surreal in my memory. If you've ever done something you never believed you would, you'll know how I felt. You hear folks tell tales of out of body experiences, of a disconnect so profound reality is forever rearranged in their minds. It was like that. Yes, it was. It was.
The truth was I loved her, and I couldn't kill her, no matter what she'd done.
And that, as they say, is that.
Or at least it would have been, if they hadn't decided to try and finish the job on their own. The rest, as 'they' also say, is history.
Yet when those eyes locked with mine that glow faded and I heard her whisper my name, through that mouth from hell, and something inside me snapped.
Before I knew it I was standing with my back to her, the shotgun slick and wet in paws that felt like stone, and I was pointing it at my two deputies.
"Climb," I said, so softly I could hardly hear the word myself. "Then run."
She heard though.
"What the fuck are you doing mate!?" Rex screamed, pointing his rifle at my head. "You've ruddy lost it!"
Brett just stood there, shocked, and the hurt in his eyes broke my heart. "Boss?" he asked, his tone unreadable. "Are you really doing this?"
For what seemed a long time there was nothing but the driving rain and the sound of her scaling the cliff, her claws grinding and grating against stone, the harsh huff of her labored breath as she struggled in the ascent. Rex shook his head as if awakening from a dream and raised his gun up, taking aim at her.
"Drop it," I hissed, "Or I'll blow you in half."
He stared incredulous at me, then dropped the rifle. It landed in the mud with a wretched squelch.
"You next, Brett. Put it down."
The bear hesitated. I knew what was going through his mind. I was a crack shot, the fastest trigger in all of southern Florida to hear some tell, yet we were already pointing guns at eachother and draw didn't matter anymore.
Yet I had been his friend. For a long time.
"Fuck you," he spat, hurling his gun to the ground. His eyes looked strange after that. Rainwater or tears I couldn't tell the difference. "I can't believe you'd throw away your badge and your honor for that murderous bitch. Gonna join her now? Gonna kill us and elope?"
"No one else has to die," I said, my voice sounding far away. Was I doing this? Was I really? I had though, hadn't I? It was far too late to turn back. "Go back to the jeep, go back to town. Tell them what I've done, I don't care."
Rex swiped his safari hat from his head and curled his lip in disgust. The dingo was livid. "You're off your fucking rocker."
Brett just looked at me, one huge paw curling into a fist.
I gestured with the barrel of the shotgun. "Start walking," I ordered flatly. There was a metallic taste in my mouth. The moment shone surreal in my memory. If you've ever done something you never believed you would, you'll know how I felt. You hear folks tell tales of out of body experiences, of a disconnect so profound reality is forever rearranged in their minds. It was like that. Yes, it was. It was.
The truth was I loved her, and I couldn't kill her, no matter what she'd done.
And that, as they say, is that.
Or at least it would have been, if they hadn't decided to try and finish the job on their own. The rest, as 'they' also say, is history.
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