My Werewolf System - chapter-4-the-system
The explanation from Damion continued about today’s special task. There
were five briefcases in front of them, and there were five of them. Each
person was to deliver the suitcase in front of them to the correct
location safely, and naturally they had all been given different
Damion continued to mention some other details, but Gary was not paying
too much attention to that, still focused on the briefcase in front of
him, waiting for it to move again. Gary was smart enough to figure out
the reason for there being five of them. A few of them had to be dummies,
mixed in to confuse whoever might plan to steal them.
If his intuition was right, the one in front of him was the real one.
That and the fact that he could have sworn he saw it move, although ever
since he had started staring at it, it had behaved like a normal suitcase.
‘Am I imagining things?’ Gary started to doubt himself.
He looked at one of the men in a suit who was closest to the case. The
two of them made eye contact for a brief second before Gary looked away.
If he kept up eye contact for any longer, he was worried he was going to
“Alright, are there any questions?” Damion asked.
One of the students standing there raised his hand. He was a tall,
weak-looking boy with curly hair. He hadn’t been in the organisation
for long, and Gary had only seen him a couple of times.
“What’s in the package?” The boy asked.
Immediately, Gary clenched his fist and looked down at the floor as he
knew what was coming next. Just as expected, a few seconds later he heard
a whack and could see the student tumble from the corner of his eye.
The man looked like he was about to hit him again, but Damion interrupted
him, “Stop. The boy is still new, so I’ll forgive him.” Damion then
looked at the others before stopping at Gary. “Greeny, tell him the
rules of being a transporter.”
“Yes ,Boss,” Gary answered, turning his body looking down the line of
people. “Never take the package, never ask what’s in the package, and
never look inside the package!”
“Excellent,” Damion replied with a slow clap. “Break one of these
rules and… let’s just say you don’t want to break these rules. I
can proudly tell you that we never had anyone break the rules twice. Make
of that what you will.”
Clicking his fingers, one of the suited men handed each of them a small
wad of cash tied up with an elastic band. It wasn’t thick like in the
movies, but judging by the size and weight, this job was the highest
paying job Gary had ever been on.
Each of them had been given five hundred dollars, which was just half of
the payment upfront. Upon completing the job they would get the other
half when they returned. Seeing the amount of money in his hand, Gary
gulped. A thousand dollars was a lot of money to him. Especially for
someone who was sixteen and best of all it would go a long way to help
out his family.
He was already doing calculations in his head. They could pay the
electric and gas bill, and with what would be left, he could buy a new
phone for his sister. This money was nothing for the gangsters, and
simply put they were taking advantage of the students, both sides were
aware of that, but the students didn’t have another choice.
Where would they get a job at their age, not mention such a high paying
one? All the supermarket and fast-food jobs had been replaced by computer
screens and machinery. The construction sites were already full of manual
labourers. Only technology whiz-kids might get a job helping another
corporation be the next new thing, and Gary wasn’t one of these people.
That type of stuff was more suited to his friend Tom.
Each of them was given a location, and the job had officially started.
Picking up the metal suitcase, it had some weight to it, but it was hard
for him to tell if there was anything inside or if that was just the
Jiggling it he was trying to guess what it was, and once again another
man was giving him a stare.
‘Right, don’t ask what’s in the case.’
They left the nightclub, and then each of them went their separate ways,
including the tall, curly-haired boy who now had a bloody nose.
“Stay safe guys,” Gary said quietly, more to himself than the others,
as each of them went off. During all of this, there was one big worry at
the back of Gary’s mind. This was the highest paying job they had ever
received. The gangsters wouldn’t just hand out money willy-nilly, so
this also meant it was the most dangerous job that he had ever been given
There had been no problems so far on all of his runs. It was the reason
why the Underdogs were using students in the first place. They didn’t
look suspicious, and their faces were unknown. There was less of a chance
for the students to rat them out to another gang and they would be too
scared to do something like that anyway.
Still, with every job there was this risk, and it didn’t get easier. On
the contrary, with each successful mission, it felt that at some point
his luck would run out.
It was safe to say that Gary stood out a bit. He was running around with
a fancy metal briefcase that looked too fancy for the clothes he was
wearing. Usually, he would do his drop-offs on foot, so he was still in
his trainers and his favourite black and red tracksuit.
He didn’t care about the gawking eyes that were looking at him, and he
just hurried on to the location. When he had eventually reached the
location, it turned out to be a construction site. The workers had
already left and gone home for the day. The initial foundation for an
apartment block had already been built, but there were no walls or roof
For his job, Gary was to give the briefcase to a person that was meant to
meet him there. He waited in the apartment building centre, where there
was nothing but the ground and a few cement bags here and there.
Gary was nervously tapping his foot and continued to look all over the
place. When he pulled out his phone, it was now 8:05 pm, already past the
“Hello!” Gary shouted, “I’m here.” His voice echoed slightly,
but there was no reply.
‘Am I in the wrong place?’ he thought to himself. After
double-checking he was in the right place, he sent a text to Damion.
[No one here, what should I do?]
It was the first time something like this had happened.
Tired of waiting, Gary started to walk around, checking if he could spot
Then, while walking around, he saw it. He discovered a dark red liquid on
the floor, coming from behind one of the building’s support pillars.
‘Please tell me that’s just paint.’ Gary silently prayed.
This wasn’t some movie and Gary wasn’t dumb enough to go around that
pillar when he was already sure there would be a dead person behind it.
*Ding* his phone went off.
He pulled the phone out of his pocket, and there were only two words.
Lifting his head, he could see a four-inch blade coming right towards
him. Out of instinct, the only thing he could do was lift the metal
suitcase up, and thankfully a clanging sound was heard as the suitcase
clashed with the knife, protecting his face.
He only saw the man who had thrown the knife for a brief second, because
before he knew it, Gary was running for his life. He didn’t know where
he was running, he just knew he had to get away from that psycho. He
could feel his heart beating so loudly that he thought it would jump out
of his chest. He also noticed that his underwear was feeling
uncomfortably warm as he had let the fluids held up in him go.
‘I’m going to die, I’m going to die! That was a real gangster, and
he just tried to stab me.’
Running towards where he came from, he saw a few more men at the gate
that were wearing suits. As soon as they saw him, they charged at him as
‘There’s more! What the hell do I do?’
Dashing to the side, he left the apartment block and was now heading to
the more gritty area of the construction site, where there were several
mounds of dirt, diggers, and more. The problem was, there were only two
entrances to the construction site, the one that he had entered from and
the other on the opposite end.
One was stationed in the north, the other south, yet in his panic he had
run west… There was a wall surrounding the area and on the top there
was barbed wire. Even if he didn’t care about hurting himself, scaling
something like that would have been impossible.
Eventually, the adrenaline in Gary’s body had lessened, and he was
feeling incredibly weak after the rush. His hands and legs were shaking,
and he knew he couldn’t run away for much longer. Diving in between
objects he eventually decided to hide behind a dirt mound to catch his
Gary could use several objects and things to hide in between, in his
attempt to avoid the men chasing after him. Peaking around the hill of
dirt he had hidden behind, he could see three of them in total, all with
a blade in their hand.
At this point, Gary was wondering if he should call the police, but if he
did, then it would just be his own gang after his life.
Suddenly, the suitcase started to move about again, flinging Gary’s
hand slightly. It definetely felt like there was something alive inside.
‘What the hell is in there?’ But that wasn’t important right now.
Observing, he peeked around the corner again, planning to make his next
move. He could see one person on his far left and the other on his
far-right, searching between all the items for him.
‘Wait, where’s the third person?’
A sharp shooting pain spread in Gary’s lower back. It was suddenly
throbbing and felt warm.
Gritting his teeth, Gary slung the suitcase while turning around. The
corner managed to smash the top of his assaulter’s head, causing Gary
to let go of the suitcase, which fell to the ground. The man appeared
hurt and dizzy momentarily, but he wasn’t knocked out. More notably,
Gary could see that his hands had blood on them.
Touching his back, he felt the blood there as well. He had been stabbed.
“Damn it, I’m just a kid in high school,” Gary blurted out.
The man looked stunned by the words for a second as it looked like
Gary’s weaving body was about to fall over. From the shock and the
tension of everything that was happening he fell towards the man. At that
moment he started to think about his sister’s smile, and his mother’s
crying face if he was to leave them now.
Before hitting the ground, he fought through the pain and placed his left
foot out stabilising himself, he twisted his hip and back foot, and with
his right hand he threw out the strongest push he could, hitting the man
right on the chin. It wasn’t a jab but another punch that he had seen
Kirk do. Learning the principles of the jab had set him up for this
perfect punch. A right straight.
On contact, he felt it connect cleanly, and he felt a surge through his
The man fell to the floor and was knocked out while at the same time,
Gary fell down as well.
Despite his accomplishment, he felt tired, weak and just wanted to close
his eyes. The only thing he could see in front of him was the suitcase.
It was moving more than ever, so much so, that the suitcase looked to be
jumping up and down.
“I don’t want to die,” Garry whispered, barely enough energy to
He heard the sound of the suitcase opening up. The next moment his vision
had gone to black. His senses were still slightly there, and he felt an
even more immense pain now digging into his wrist. It was far worse than
the stab, but he was too tired to even react or shout out.
Then, even with his eyes closed and his vision gone, something appeared
in front of him.
[Congratulations you have been granted the Werewolf System!]