Chapter 5
Icebreaker


The jeep chugged along, jack had many more questions, and one of these was-
“How do such beats exist without Humans knowing?’ asked jack, frightened of the thought,
“Oh, Humans know all right” said Frank matter of factly,
“Eh?”
“Wholmer, originally the Egyptians knew all about them” said Frank,
“Wholmer haunted all who killed in murder and all who went to the underworld”said Frank, “According to myths”
Jack couldn’t grasp it, these monsters were vicious, killed, werewolves roamed forest right outside Modern Russian Villages, but no one mentioned anything, it was impossible!
“There’s more then Wholmer and Werewolves” said Frank,
“What!?”
“There’s Shadow Lurkers, the twisted One, Nettlers” said Frank, this was overwhelming, Shadow lurkers and Nettlers sounded okay, but the twisted One!? Jack was about to ask what it was, when Frank cut him short,
“No more questions tonight, we need to get to the next village before day break” said Frank,
“Why?” asked Phil,
“The werewolf and its pack will be after us, and we need to keep ahead” said Frank, at the moment a howling was heard from there right, Jack looked fearfully into the shadows, seeing only the illuminated field around them.
“Do not fear the dark, it is what comes from the dark you shall fear” said Frank,
“I’m not scared!” complained Jack, hoping his face looked annoyed, not fearful and worried like he was inside himself.
“Just curious”
He wasn’t just curious, he was terrified, and Jack was sure Phil felt the same. Jack kept looking into the fields, catching occasional glimpse of soft padded paws before it disappeared into the darkness. There was the humming of the engine, the padding of paws and the rustling of leaves. Nothing else moved or made a noise. It was as if the surrounding forest was scared, the trees didn’t waver in the wind, the crickets didn’t croak, and there were no owls or birds. It was desolate. Jack quivered where he was kneeling on the truck, not daring to stick his head out of the vehicle; he was scared stiff that the werewolves might attack at any moment, here he was. In a jeep on the Siberian Plains, running from werewolves, he had never seen a picture of a werewolf, but now he had to face one…

All of a sudden there scenery changed, they were back in the forest, which meant-
“Don’t werewolves only attack at night in the forest?” asked Phil, jack waited for Franks reply, Frank nodded. Now jack was wishing he could use magic, to teleport him to Moscow. There was a snarling, Jack whipped his head around, there, right near the jeep, was a werewolf. Jack looked at its fur, all messy, and its eye, one large and one small, and its massive long ears, legs and arms. He couldn’t look at it, be near it, Jack quickly jumped over to where Phil was sitting, getting next to Phil. Jack watched the snarling beast, knowing it would be human when the moon went down, which was only 30 minutes away. It looked harmless enough, jack couldn’t imagine someone being scared by werewolves, he thought until it attacked. It launched it self off the ground, ramming sideways into the jeep, nearly turning them over,
“I thought so” said Frank,
“What did you think?” asked Phil,
“That’s just a cub” said Frank, Jack hadn’t taken his eyes off it, and fear went through his veins again, if that was just a cub, how big was a adult one? And how strong would it be? The Cub werewolf rammed the jeep again,
“How is a werewolf a cub? If its human?’ asked Jack,
“humans who are children, but are werewolves at night. Cub’s usually have fur, adult ones are hairless.” Said Frank, Jack was revolted, then there was louder thudding, smashing noise and howling. The howling was horrible, jack covered his ears, it felt like misery itself. The jeep shot out of the forest, the moon was waning now, and the werewolves would be turning into human soon, up ahead was lights, and smoke. There was small fire as villagers warmed themselves in there homes, The next village was here! There were about 10-20 huts, all wooden, and about 300 people as jack estimated. There jeep pulled up in the village, ad friendly people came over, greeting them. Jack jumped out of the car, and he was closely followed by Phil and Frank.
‘There could be enemies anywhere around us right now’ thought Jack, looking around, he was quite shaken by being chased by werewolves, and inwardly thanking it was dawn. Frank walked off, shaking away some villagers, Jack followed him, and Phil managed to pull himself away. Frank entered the local hotel, Jack walked over to the hotel door and peeked inside. The place was lovely, made of wood and well kept. Frank was talking to someone at the counter, and eventually walked away, motioning for Jack and Phil to come over. Jack strolled over casually, although he felt sick inside himself. They walked upstairs, and Frank opened an great wooden door, to reveal a bedroom, three cosy beds, an wooden desk and lamp. Jack collapsed on one of the beds, then spoke up-
“What does a Wholmer look like?” asked jack, Franks sighed,
“They depend, right nows theres an recorded three, one is yellow, and 30 metres high, the other is 10 metres high, and greenish, I have never encountered the third” said Frank,
“And what are nettlers? Shadow lurkers?” asked phil,
“nettlers I have only heard of, they lurk in water, then lash out with tentacles and pull down ships, eating all on board. Shadow lurkers are agents from hell” said Frank,
“What do they do!?’ asked jack, but Frank refused to speak on. There was the annoying question of what and who was the Twisted One, but Jack refrained himself.
“And what are these things from?” whispered Phil,
“Hell. I can tell you this, Heaven and Hell ahev been fighting since earth was created, wanting possession. When the Human race came, hell hated them, and was intent on destroying them” said Frank,
“no more, sleep now” ordered Frank, Jack pulled back the covers of his bed, and lay down, looking a the roof, thinking of werewolves and hell….