Chapter 86- Results
AUTHORS POV~
"Am I still alive?" He thought he wasn’t quick enough to react. He had made an attempt to block the projectile but if it was anything like a gun then his forearms would prove to be useless against whatever it was that was shot at him. After a few seconds, he could still hear himself breathing so he carefully brought his hands down and saw Jacob standing with a smile on his face. Immediately he seized the opportunity and with incredible speed, he shuffled till he got to Jacob, He held the sweat-stained collar of the man and slammed his back against the wall, pinning him effectively, he raised his fist to throw a finishing punch but was stopped by Jacobs unsettling smile.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He growled angrily but instead of answering all Jacob did was point to the wall that was right next to the door, Luther indulged him, and turning his head he saw a large hole had been created, with no doubt of it being from whatever had just been fired Luther snapped his head back to him.
"How? A bullet can’t penetrate these walls." He barked, his hold tightening on Jacobs’s collar, Jacob grinned before he responded
"Let go of me and I’ll tell you." He offered knowing fully well that he wasn’t in any position to make demands. Luther obliged, letting go of the collar and allowing him to fall to the ground. Jacob rubbed his strained neck as he stood back up to his feet, Luther’s eyes were fixed on him like a hawk watching its prey, making it clear that he would die before he was able to do anything.
"You gave me a job to do and I did it." He said with a proud grin spread across his dry broken lips. Luther turned his eyes to the weapon that sat on the table and picked it up, It feet a long silver metallic body and sharp edges, a blunt mouth with two large openings serving as its barrel, it had a blue dim light that ran through its side, It looked like a gun you would see in sci-fi games and movies. Luther squinted in suspicion and asked.
"What is this?", Jacob smirked
"An anti-werewolf riffle." He said with a smug smile as he picked up a small spiraling object that sat on his table and handed it to Luther.
"Fancy name," Luther said as he collected the small object that no doubt was the bullet, Luther instructed him on how to load it and showed him the button he’d press to bring up the scope, Luther followed the instructions without trouble as he pointed the weapon at the other side of the door.