I Became A Zompirewolf

Meanwhile, inside the prison, the section chief was busy dealing with the rebels. No one had ever thought of escaping Tartarus, yet these pieces of shit not only had the forbidden thought but almost turned it into reality.

All because of their stupidity, he got reprimanded by the President and given a final warning. One more mistake, and he would have to spend the rest of his life in Tartarus, but this time as a prisoner.

Standing 5' 10" tall, this pasty-skinned man had a devout feel about him. Apart from the distinctive burn scar on his back, a particularly notable feature was his fake freckles. Why he had them was a mystery even to his closest confidant.

"Fucking bastards made my life difficult," Mikosh spat on the prisoner's faces, still enraged by their actions, "Bring me my cigar!"

One of the guards rushed to the boss with a delicately packed 'Flavor Bomb' as Mikosh referred them all. The guard didn't bring a lighter because Mikosh didn't need such trivial things.

As soon as the cigar touched his lips, it burst into flames. Mikosh took a long drag before focusing his attention towards the humans.

He grabbed the nearest man by his hair and whispered into his ear, "Tell me where that bitch is, and all of us will be happy. Refuse, and I'll be the only one laughing while the rest of you cry your eyes out."

The man, exhausted from three days of continuous beating, could barely speak. Jay had been the closest to Alina, so his punishment was much more severe than the rest of them.

But even after being restlessly tortured for days, he had not said a word to aid the officials. One could say torturing him was like banging one's head against a mountain. He wasn't ready to yield no matter what the guards or Mikosh did to him.

That's why when Jay opened his mouth to say something, Mikosh lent him his ear, thinking the bastard had finally learned his lesson. However, he couldn't have been more wrong.

"Ask your wife to jerk me off, and I'll tell her... where Alina is..." Jay smirked weakly, "Oh wait, didn't she beat your ass the last time you met? Doubt she'll... listen to you... hehe."
Mikosh saw red. In his fit of rage, he forced the burning cigar into Jay's mouth, making sure to burn his tongue in the process. Jay flailed his arms, trying his best to escape the chief, but Mikosh quickly overpowered him.

Jay's screams were not enough to satisfy Mikosh's rage as the latter pulled his tongue out and slit it in half till it resembled a snake's tongue. Blood overflowed through Jay's mouth, smearing everything around him with blood.

The rest of the prisoners watched in horror while the undead laughed as if they were watching a humourous play.

However, Mikosh had severely underestimated Jay's fighting spirit. Ignoring the pain he was in; Jay raised his hand to attack Mikosh while his back was turned to him.

Sadly for him, his body was in disagreement with his spirit. After being tortured for days, he didn't have enough strength to continue fighting. Mikosh knew it and didn't even bother trying to dodge his 'attack' as the soldier brought him another cigar.

"I like you, bastard. I really do." Mikosh mumbled while enjoying his cigar in between, "You're not like the rest of the scaredy bastards who can't even look me in the eye. No, you're different."

He pointed at the remaining prisoners, "They might say they want to kill me, but at the moment, they'll hesitate because of the fear instilled in them. You, on the other hand, will not think for a moment before executing me."

Mikosh nodded at a guard as they rushed and poured a potion over Jay's mouth and face. The quantity wasn't enough to heal his wounds, but only to stop the excessive bleeding. Once done, Mikosh approached him again.

"Yes, that look of defiance you have. That's what I like about you the most. But I wonder, what kind of face will you make when I kill that pretty girl of yours right in front of you?

"I have an even better idea! Why don't I chop off her limbs and let my boys use her like a living fleshlight?" Mikosh gave Jay his characteristic disgusting smile, "Maybe you'll finally get to hit it as well? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

It was at that moment Jay finally lost his crap and lashed out. But the soldiers were quick to get him under control, all while tasing him.

"Entertain him a little while longer," Mikosh muttered while tying his elbow-length hair, "I'll be back after dinner."

"Yes, sir!" The soldiers bellowed simultaneously before getting to work.

Once out of sight, Mikosh took a whiff of Jay's blood on his fist. As much as he wanted to taste such exotic blood, he had to restrain himself.

After all, the test subjects were dosed with chemicals and whatnot on a regular basis. Some of which could be fatal to the undead.

"One of these days-"

"Why wait for that long?" A voice echoed in the washroom.

Mikosh turned around, but he was the only one inside the room, or so he thought. As he searched the stalls for the mysterious voice, someone jumped him, slamming his head to the floor.


"What-"

Crack!

Before Mikosh could speak or do anything, he found himself under Anna's influence. Undead or not, a man could never deny a succubus' gaze. Once Anna confirmed Mikosh's status, Ashton got off the man's back.

"Is this him?" He asked Alina, who nodded.

"About damn time!" Anna exclaimed as her gaze wandered over to the pile of corpses over the room's far end.

"Well, we got him. But what now?" Alina mumbled.

"Now we go our separate paths," Ashton commented as he transformed into Mikosh, "We'll meet here in an hour, so rescue whoever you want in that time, and just so you know, I won't wait for you if you're late even by a second."

"An hour is more than enough." Viper responded before parting ways.