~BOOK 4/PART TWO~ Paranormal: The Battle's Only Just Begun (Multi-Bandom FanFic)

Chapter 23

"I'm going to kick your ass," Bruno threatened while extending his claws, swinging them at Jack and occasionally scratching him in the face or the chest and arms. The lycan put his hands up to dodge his small attack, and didn't take notice to him lifting his right hand into a fist. In just seconds, Jack had a fist in his stomach, knocking the wind out of me. He stumbled backwards into the large mass of people, but was pushed back into the area. He took a moment to gain his footing as Bruno laughed at him.

God, I'm so tired of him. I know I keep saying it, but I'm really fucking tired of him.

Jack was tired of Bruno's smug attitude towards him and his friends. He was over the alpha treating him like a piece of shit. And he was done with him getting everything.

Kenya's brother planted his feet in a fighting position and Bruno knew he was ready to continue to fight. The alpha charged at the rogue this time, reaching down and hitting him from his center, and the two of them went crashing to the ground. Bruno was trying to pin Jack down, but the lycan wasn't going out that easily. He struggled, moving around to free his right elbow but using the rest of his body to keep Bruno from shifting the pair again. He lifted his arm and began hammering away at his side.

Eventually the alpha screamed out, and the rogue could feel Bruno's grip beginning to loosen. Jack repeated the motion harder this time, hearing a crack in the process. The older of the two released, rolling off of the younger, and gripping on to his side. A gasp passed over the crowd, time stopping at the trailer park as all eyes were locked on Bruno and Jack.

Kenya's brother stood and walked over to her mate, looking down at him. Jack was genuinely concerned that he broke one of Bruno's ribs and that he would need medical attention.

God, I'm so stupid.

The lycan knelt down beside the werewolf and worriedly croaked, "Bruno?"

That was when he noticed a devilish smirk appear on the alpha's face, and before he could even react, Bruno shot upward and switched their positions, pushing Jack down hard into ground and hovering over him, restraining his hands above hiss head. "Weak." He shook his head. "I expected more from you, being Kenya's brother. But then again you were raised with mutts, and it shows."

Jack stared at the man hanging over him, a fire raging inside of him. His body temperature rose as his mind focusing on one thing and one thing only - ending Bruno once and for all. Kenya's brother screamed and jerked his head forward, stunning Bruno long enough to push the werewolf off of him and gain the upper hand.

Bruno was scrambling to get to his feet, but Jack wasn't going to give him the chance. The lycan grabbed the leg closest to him, pulling him back down to the earth, and yanked Bruno back to him. When he was close enough, Jack began throwing punches, hitting Bruno in the face five or six times. Kenya's brother rose to his feet and grabbed his opponent by the neck, grabbing his leg with the other, and lifting them over his head then slamming him into the ground. He heard the werewolf groan in pain, but didn't care. He was down and he was going to stay that way. Jack was going to make him feel weak, pathetic, like he'd felt for almost two years now.

The lycan lifted his left leg and kicked Bruno in the abdomen. By then, everything was red and Jack began losing control. But was control really necessary? Bruno wanted him to be like Kenya - merciless, evil.

Jack knelt next to Bruno's head, the world moving in slow motion as he began punching him all over again, every punch holding a different meaning. One was for Bruno forcing him into doing things against his will. Another was for treating him less than average. This one was for all the shit he put him through. That one was for having to deal with his bullshit for two years. And the rest, well, they were just for fun.

He loved it. He loved breaking his skin, causing blood to run from the cracked surfaces on his face, as well as the bruises developing.

How would it feel if I killed him? What if I ended my pain and suffering right here, by killing my oppressor? Is this how Kenya feels? Does the blood of another paranormal or human covering her fist excite her?

Suddenly, four pairs of hands pulled Jack away from his victim of choice. He tried to fight against them, jerking from side to side and moving his arms in attempts to free himself from Kellen, Kilian, Arcadian, and Pete. The lycan screamed as they push him farther and farther away from Bruno.

No, I'm not finished. Bruno isn't dead yet.

Pete ran around and began shoving Jack from the front, saying something that the werewolf couldn't understand. As he looked into the vampire's eyes, he could see his own, glowing as bright as the fire in the center of the park. Time starting to return to its normal speed.

"Let me go!" Kenya's brother commanded.

"Only if you calm down, Jack," Arcadian replied.

"I don't want to be calm, I want to kill Bruno!" He growled and shifted harshly in the four paranormal's grasps, "Let me finish him!"

"Jack," Someone called the lycan's name. He turned toward the voice and saw that it belonged to Pete. "You have to calm down, the fight's over," The vampire said as the five of them entered a private area in the bayou.

"No, I can't let him get away with all the shit he's done to me, to all of us!" The furious fighter sneered while trying to free one arm, but the other four men had a tight grip on him.

"Please, man, stop fighting us. It's over, you won."

I won.

The realization hit Jack like a ton of bricks. Hell, it hit him harder than Miley Cyrus on a wrecking ball. He'd won the war against Bruno, the man he'd been fearful of for two years now. He'd done what he set out to do. Granted, he took it a bit too far, but he did it - he won.