 Raul gently broke off the connection between Brandon and him, but it didn’t matter how much he struggled to make the transition smoother. Every time Brandon went into the digital world, he sank deeper, faster and with less assistance from Raul. Getting him out from under Raul’s guidance and back to the real world was rougher each time if there wasn’t a physical release. A powerful shudder coursed through Brandon and he sucked in a few quick breaths. Letting go of the computer he moved his hands to the arms of the chair, gripping so hard his knuckles were white. Brandon was tense, his skin was clammy, and his breathing turned shallow. He appeared in shock, though Raul knew he wasn’t, it was simply a reaction to breaking their connection. Some food, water and rest followed by physical release and Brandon would be himself. “He’s done,” Raul announced. “We need more. We’re on the clock here!” Bob snapped then partially shifted and backed his words up with a snarl. Raul ignored him and cupped Brandon’s chin, turning his head so they could make eye contact. “How are you?” It was an unneeded question. Brandon’s eyes wouldn’t stay focused on Raul’s face for more than a second or two before sliding sideways. Each day it took Brandon longer and longer to return to normal. Raul had a few theories about why, but his questions to Brandon had gone unanswered. He was feeling like a pressurized bottle of soda ready to explode. “I said—” Bob made the mistake of grabbing Raul’s arm, trying to turn him away from Brandon. Raul didn’t think, he reacted. Letting go of Brandon, Raul used the momentum from Bob’s grip, spun around and smashed his fist into Bob’s face. Bob staggered back, recovered fast, shifted to werewolf and came at Raul. “Hey!” Bisset barked. He pulled a handgun from under his shoulder and fired into the ceiling then pointed it at Brandon. “The next one goes into his head.” Brandon flinched away and in one fluid movement Raul put himself between him and Bisset. The gun swung in Bob’s direction. Bob stopped but didn’t return to human form. “Stop acting like a pair of rabid dogs. Both of you!” This time Bisset’s voice was low and dangerous. Raul didn’t believe he’d put bullets in all their heads and start over, but he wasn’t going to test that conviction. Raul clenched and unclenched his fists, gulped in air to get control over his anger and stayed rooted to his spot. Bisset didn’t waver. “Even a werewolf won’t survive a headshot.” Bob growled but shifted to complete human form and stayed put.     Comments are closed.
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