The Immortal Mutant Teen - Volume 1 Chapter 61 60 Another Race Bites The Dust

The Vamp Leader stood up as he heard the werewolf break into their dwelling, all the traps he had set up for intruders amounted to nothing, it couldn’t even delay their deaths for a couple more minutes.

The lights continued to flicker as the Acheron walked into the Vamps next. As he looked around the messy courtyard, he saw around 100 Vamps holding all kinds of weapons; guns, knives, swords, spears, one Vamp even held the leg of a table.

No one dared to breathe as they looked upon the long thought extinct werewolf. The Vamps had to admit, it was more terrifying seeing them for themselves than hearing it from the older generation, more specifically, the Boss.

It stared at them with glowing blue eyes that pierced into their souls, some were scared but the rest were confident, they couldn’t help but think that 100 to 1 were great odds.

“You came to wrong neighborhood wolfy!” one the Vamps said causing the rest to laugh.

They thought because Acheron was solo and just because it was bigger than what the records said that this was going to be a piece of cake. After all, if they went extinct once, then they weren’t that tough after all.

“Hahaha.. it seems you all are confident that you can defeat me Good! I just hope you guys won’t die too quickly for me, I want to enjoy this!” Acheron said,

“You don’t seem that tough! I bet I can cut you down with one stroke of my sword!” One of them said as he started to walk up to Acheron,

“Sure, go ahead! You seem to be one of the strongest ones here!” Acheron said,

When Acheron finished his sentence, the Vamp seems to disappear and reappeared behind Acheron swinging his sword intending to decapitate Acheron.

Acheron didn’t even move, seeing this, the Vamps started to laugh, already thinking that the werewolf in front of them was dead.

*Swish* *Clank* *Crack*

The sword that was moving at unimaginable speeds simply broke into pieces the moment it met contact with Acheron’s fur.

“What the F.u.c.k!”

The Vamp that just attacked landed holding onto just the handle of what remained from his sword. His arm could be seen trembling from the force of the recoil he just endured. Keep in mind that the average vampire could lift at least 10 times their weight, for the sword to brake while not a single mark was made, Acheron’s fur was comparable to the toughest of steels.

Acheron just turned around and grabbed the vampire by his head, the vamp was still reeling in shock that it didn’t have time to dodge Acheron’s claws.

“Didn’t your parents tell you not to play with sharp things?…”

Acheron squeezed and the Vamps head popped like a balloon.

“It may cause your death!”

The Vamps had stopped laughing as they looked upon the headless corpse of their comrade, it was quiet, only the sound of the lights flickering and blood dripping onto the cold concrete was heard.

Suddenly a voice came from behind, just as the lights stopped to flicker.

“Hey, guys! Did the lights go back to normal? I had to reroute power from somewhere else. I’ll win the next poker game!”

Nobody turned to look at him, he had missed all that happened since he went to go fix the lights.

The equilibrium was broken, the room filled with killing intent.

“Kill the werewolf!!” Some Vamp screamed,

Bullets started to fly as AR15’s went off, all aiming at the werewolf.

Numerous magazines were emptied unto Acheron but nothing seemed to be happening, sparks flew as the bullets hit his fur and ricocheted all over the place.

They quickly realized that bullets weren’t doing shit. They roared as the Vamps chose to turn this into a melee fight and rushed him.

The worst decision they could had made.

Around 100 Vamps rushed to their death as Acheron reaped their lives as if picking flowers. His claws sliced Vamps into pieces, his jaws ripped skulls along with their spines right out of their bodies.

It turned into a nightmare for the Vamps as they realized nothing seem to hurt the werewolf, the beautiful white fur was soaked in blood but just not his own.

Things turned for the worse when some Vamps decide to run away, seeing that the werewolf specifically went after them first before tearing them limb from limb.

The Vamps couldn’t help but shiver from fear at the carnage that was unleashed before them. Hearts were pulled out and eaten, some were disemboweled and as they screamed their heads were squished underneath his foot.

But what filled them with dread was the toe-curling laughter that rang out from the werewolf, it was loud, loud enough to be heard over the screams that echoed through the courtyard.

It was at that moment they realized this was all just a game to him.

Eventually, the courtyard went quiet, all that was left was Acheron and dismembered body parts all around. The Leader had never seen so much blood in one place, it was enough to fill a pool.

As he looked down on the courtyard, his eyes met the werewolf’s and puddle seem to form underneath him. A terror so terrible filled him that he couldn’t control his bladder.

‘He knows I’m here! I need to run! I need to hide! I can’t die like this!’

Acheron found his way upstairs only to find an empty office filled with the smell of urine and some pissed stained pants on the floor.

The Leader couldn’t help but stop breathing as he heard the heavy footsteps of the werewolf come inside his office. There was a hidden entrance behind his bookshelf that leads into a secret hallway of sorts. He normally used this when he didn’t want to talk to one of those dumbass Vamps.

The Leader could hear a door opening and a deep voice say,

“Why does someone need so many desks?”

The door then closed as the heavy footsteps started to recede outside of the office.

The Leader let out a sigh of relief, he was finally safe

*SMASH*

A giant white claw broke through the wall and grabbed him by the face.

“Here’s Wolfy!” was said from the other side of the wall.

The Leader let out a bloodcurdling scream as his entire body was pulled out from the wall.

“NOOOOO!”

….

Acheron climbed out of the manhole covered in blood, a huge smile on his face.

“Let’s leave the cleanup for the boys and girls at MI0 I need a bath, there should be a safe house around here I’ll use the shower there before heading home!”

Acheron dashed on the rooftops just as dawn was breaking on the horizon.

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