The golden sky above finished the process of darkening during clouds shifting into gray. Thunder was heard roaring outside of the vacant mall that the Wiley, Hayes' and Williams families grandfathers took upon themselves to investigate. River surveyed as much as his flashlights allowed him to see in the light-less building. "The attacker possesses peak human strength which allowed him to smash one of our grandchildren through this steel table" He said with a thoughtful tone before shining his light towards a distant wall, "then another hard enough to leave a crater in this marble wall?" He finished pointing out to his friends. Silas held his hands together behind his elderly back pondering on his pal's words before fixing his attention towards the stout Williams Grandpatriarch. "Hurry up with your process because we've got no damn clues left behind here, Redmond." He had demanded of his friend. Redmond steadied his breathing after each sniff. "You're aware that slate blue reserves diminishes with age unlike you lucky lemon chiffon bastards so give me a damn moment, Lass, to cultivate enough to empower my senses." He returned with a shout. Silas balled his fist as his brows creased. "Philip grabbed Silas' right shoulder and nodded his head briefly. "We need to discuss how we're going to convince our grandsons to enlist in the academy, Si." He added as he gestured for him to follow him. Silas reacted with an annoyed grunt before heeding his grey and messy haired friend's gesture. "Tristan is ecstatic. Haoyu is excited. Wilel is a lot less– interested? Come to think of it, most of our boys are ready except for Redmond's boy and as for yours, truly unclear as well." He replied as he utilized his lemon chiffon essence as a light source. Philip shook his head in disapproval. "Knowing my baby brother— he'd have a plan to get each of the boys on board after the quinquennial celebration." He added. Silas crossed his arm after leaning forward. "If Louis had that academy of his opened the college and martial arts classes like every other hunting school on that continent then we wouldn't need to homeschool and have to worry about our young being kidnapped." He complained before frustratedly sighing. Philip stood still quietly with a thoughtful expression on his face. Redmond called out for River, Amias, Silas and Philip to regroup near him after he was finished cultivating within the darkness of the mall. "The future doesn't need the girl, she'll be safe enough where she's sleeping." He hears the thoughts of a man with an inhuman voice, the grand-patriarchs follow Redmond as he follows the footsteps of the kidnapper, "Visiting Goregrew City on my birthday to drop this boy off at the mortuary. Best gift and assignment that I've been given yet." He heard the kidnapper complain. Redmond gasped while his brows flew upwards and his eyes opened. "Mortuary?!" He shouted in disbelief before recollecting his calm, "Fellas, I smell a single unfamiliar scent meaning our perpetrator worked alone. I heard a single voice of a guy reacting to visiting one of the bloodiest and corrupt cities on the continent. He briefly mentioned a local mortuary owned by the Perez organization." He enlightened his friends before he exhaled deeply. River's eye brows soared upwards. "Goregrew. There was a whistleblower a few years ago that came clean about an organization that had a laboratory that spanned the entire city. He was killed before the federal bureau of investigation and an institution of national artifact defense had the opportunity to bleed more from him." He enlightened his elderly friends. Amias glanced upwards before fixing his gaze towards River. "What else you have— what else are we dealing with when with this place, Riv?" He questioned with a curious expression and tone that matched. River rubbed the sides of his mouth. "Below, we'd be facing unimaginable horrors. Unfortunately, that's the extent that the authorities were able to learn about it. He was found dead from dehydration in his cell the following day of turning himself in." He informed the chef. Amias began scratching his head while listening to what he was told before gasping. "Perez mortuary has to be the place the kidnapper was referring to if he's going to Goregrew city?" He considered aloud with an uncertain tone. Silas snapped his finger a few times following a gasp. "Yes, that place is owned by that bored billionaire that you constantly yap on to us about from your beloved conspiracy theorist journalist works?" He questioned with a tone of relief. Amias shook his head before he pursed his lips. "Informants— informants, not conspiracy theorists, informants, baby boy Silas." He argued with a frustrated tone. River balled his fist tightly before retrieving his phone from a pocket. "Kaden— Jorge Estanoboas-Perez has kidnapped Derek and Alec." He informed him over the phone. Redmond, Silas, Amias and Philip heard Kaden's ferocity and wrathful response over the call. River cleared his throat. "Five of us are already on the case. Finish up your assignment. Leave it to us. We need everything you've collected on Perez and his mortuary in Goregrew." He replied over the phone, "Yep, yeah— so we aren't forced to barge in blind, the easiest way to have a death wish come true. You remember." He finished replying. The grandpatriarchs of five families gathered closer and bumped fists with determined expressions. Silas retrieved his own phone from his pocket. "I'll give us a ride to the city, men." He told his friends. Redmond sighed deeply and shared a scowl with him. "We are traveling to a normal airport and taking a regular flight because the afterlife is not our destination." He insisted with a frustrated tone, "Your pilot hires tend to be hot garbage, Silas!" He finished as he backed away. Silas' brows flew upwards as he shook his head. "The crashes were unfortunate timings. I only employ the best of the best." He asserted, gesturing with his thumb trained downwards, "No pilot is ever going to be perfect but mine are near." He counter argued while he retrieved his phone.
Derek woke up in his own slobber spreading across granite before he spotted blood and flipped from one hand instead of recovering fully to his feet. He slipped on another larger spill of blood when sticking his landing and landed on his butt. He opened his eyes and shifted them around his surroundings realizing that he woke up in a library with filled shelves of books with uncanny signatures written on the spines and then he caught sight of corpses of human bodies with an abnormal amount of hair. He lifted himself from the ground and reluctantly stepped closer towards a corpse while keeping track of his racing heart and heavy breaths. Derek heard a groan followed by the loud thud of a human body near him yet and tracked it. He heard more groaning and wasted no time rushing to aid who he recognized the noises belonging to, so he picked him up from the ground himself and wasted no time forcing a hug. Alec held his head and reciprocated the hug with the other. "Do you remember losing against a masked and hooded weirdo, Dare?" Settembre questioned with a weakened voice. Derek nodded before he tightened his balled fist. "I remember it vividly and I'm locking in the next time we're face to face, Al." He declared before he grinded his teeth. The Williams and Wiley duo heard a disembodied distant ear-drum stinging shriek. Derek held his mouth and rubbed his cheeks. "So we're not alone in this strange place I think, Al." He commented afterwards with a quieter tone. Alec's left cheek perked up as he kept his gaze fixed on him. "Could you tell which direction that it came from, dare, because I heard steps coming from the east." He replied with a lowered voice much like his friend. Derek used his finger and pressed down on his best friend's lips. "I hear more stomping all around us, Alec, quiet." He whispered in the vast book shelf filled area. The son of the Wiley family gestured for the Williams son to crouch down and hush while heavy steps sounded as though they were growing more distant. The duo then heard the thud of a few furry, sharp teethed and clawed men howl that had them surrounded on the shelf of books that trapped them in the aisle of the library. Derek swiftly flipped and delivered a double legged drop kick on the tall bookshelf on their right, knocking the furry howling men away and scattered them with Alec following his lead with the shelf on their left side. Derek and Alec sprinted away towards a sign above stating "Project fifty-two!". Derek snagged a glance behind the pair of them and witnessed some sprinting after them on all-four legs and two-legged. "Erm— I think that we're dealing with werewolves here, Al?" He shouted during his sprint away from them. Alec glanced behind his best friend and himself to see a dozen a few feet away. "We're not going to be able to take a dozen of these things just the two of us, Dare." He replied with confidence in his tone, "So how are we going to ditch them?" He questioned aloud before another glance behind them. Derek rubbed his fingers through his dark hair. "My uncle's brief training from last summer— I'm sure I'm ready to show these guys the results?" He responded with a brief uncertain expression. Alec shook his head with a thumb trained downwards. "This'll take you so long but I have your back. Time buying duty." He shouted before abruptly stopping his sprint. Derek nodded before waving. "Hold your breath when I shout the word bro." He replied while continuing to create a distance between him and Alec. Derek slid across the library's ground on a smoke cloud yet used it to return to his feet and propel himself performing a flip and landed on his feet and into a wide stance with open palms. Smoke swirled and appeared out of thin air slowly surrounding his body. After hearing a heavy step behind him, Alec dodged a swipe from one of the wolf men's humongous and sharp claws and evaded the rest that followed shortly after the first. Alec rolled under the legs of the final furry attacker's muscular legs. "Come for this meat, goofy hairballs with no brains!" He shouted at the upright standing wolves. The ferocious roars that followed encouraged Alec to ready his guard. "Bastards are way too fast in numbers for me to keep up forever. No mistakes can be made." He noted and reminded himself in his thoughts. Derek grunted encased in slate grey essence and released his own monstrous roar before the area in a spherical shape began becoming surrounded in smoke slowly closing in on Alec and the wolf men that were drooling around him with eyes of daggers.