Travis stands in front of Marcus, ready to tear him apart, but something stops him.
He can smell the distress clinging to him.
Not Marcus', but Day's. That makes him halt his thought process of killing him instantly, and instead wants to do something else. Prolong his suffering and make sure he experiences something worse than death.
"Not running your mouth anymore?" Travis asks as he looks at the pitiful sight that's in front of him. Marcus is shaking his head, his nose bleeding profusely as he staggers.
Then Marcus starts to laugh. "Aren't you going to turn to a dog too and come at me with your big, bad paws?" he spreads his fingers and waves them in front of him. "Isn't that how you sell the whole intimidating picture?"
Travis sucks his teeth, swinging the bat to his shoulder. "I have to give the lesser a chance. Otherwise, it would be too easy for me to break your bones."
He tries. He really tries to show that he is afraid.
But his scent is betraying him. he knows he is fucked, and Travis hasn't even touched him yet.
Marcus rolls his shoulders, chest puffing. "What the fuck do you want?"
Travis looks around in mock surprise. "You mean me? What do I want? Aren't you the one who came to look for me? Hunt me down?"
Marcus spits blood on the ground and looks at Travis. "You don't intimidate me."
"Oh?" Travis tilts his head to the side, eyes trained on Marcus.
"No."
"mmh." Travis sighs and then taps his shoulder with the bat as he starts going for Marcus. "I have a couple of options on how I should mess you up, but then, I keep-" he scratches his temple with the bat.
"I keep getting distracted by the misery clinging to you. And I am fucking curious why you are reeking of it."
"sniffing me out now, dog?"
Travis laughs, eyes twinkling. "Yeah, that's- that's getting old. So tell me why you have jasmine all over you."
"I am not going to answer shit from you."
"No?"
"No," Marcus spits again, this time too close to Travis' feet. "You know, it rubs me the wrong way how you think that I am just going to lie down and surrender. I am an alpha just like you."
"never doubted it."
A few snickers resound.
"You challenged me. I am accepting your challenge. I want to humble you before your dog followers before I spit all over your carcass."
"Very descriptive," Travis nobly nodded his head. "But to honor the laws, I will give you a chance."
Marcus doesn't see it coming again. The bat hits him directly at the crown of his head, rendering his knees weak as he kneels on the ground, eyes at the back of his head. Another hit comes to the side, to his skull, and he falls limply on the ground.
The bat breaks in half. Travis looks at the remaining piece in his hand before he shrugs and throws it on the ground.
He walks over to the body that's trying to move, but his body is uncoordinated. He grabs him by his collar before he starts to punch him repeatedly. His face is bloody and mangled by the time Travis throws him back on the ground.
"fuck, I need a smoke," Travis exhales, looking like he is just having a normal day.
Someone steps out of the shadows and hands him a cigarette and then lights it for him.
The first inhale fills him, washing over his lungs, the tar sticking like the cancer it is. It calms him, or it tries to.
He wants to kill the fucker. He wants to cut him to pieces and send them as care packages to the clan he comes from; that's just his feral attitude in his driver's seat.
"You're- never going … to have him."
Travis turns and looks at the pathetic alpha with narrowed eyes. "Ah, he finally regains a sense of direction and speech motors."
"You're," Marcus struggles to stand up. "never," his eyes are bloodshot, his grin bloody. "going to get him."
Travis continues smoking, eyes upturned to the starless sky.
"You are stupid if you think that Day will ever touch you or be with you as long as I am alive. That's what this is about, right? That you want Day, but you can't have him?" Marcus grins a bloody, toothy grin.
"yeah this is what it's about. That I have him, that he is my omega, and it will always remain so because you will never be accepted by him or his family. Not when I am going to mate him and marry him."
"Dead people don't talk, let alone mate or marry. Haven't you realized what position you are in?"
Marcus then starts laughing as he falls on the ground. "Yeah, I do know! I know that I have the one thing you want and cannot have! I have already won, dickface. And no amount of shifting and growling will ever get you to be where I am!
"Can you smell him? fucked him to tears before I came here. Can your dog smell him? delicious isn't he?"
Marcus laughs like a manic.
"That jasmine, it gets stronger, almost makes you hard with how strong it hits you, especially at night. That's when his scent blooms. He is in my bed right now-"
Travis cuts him off by stomping on his neck hard, pushing him to the ground, and smirking. "Do you ever shut up?" he looks at the waiting guys and nods his head.
Marcus sees them coming. He shields his head with his forearms as kicks and punches rain on him. he feels his ribs break, his legs get broken in half, and by the time someone grabs his hair and lifts him, his eyes are swollen.
But he still manages to see that someone is recording him.
Recording his humiliation.
"do-don't," he tries to speak, but his lips feel numb. Don't. don't.
"Do you know what my pack does to people like you?" Travis flicks his cigarette, watching him. "Do you know what I do to people who challenge me?"
"suck … their cock?"
"Hah!" Travis laughs as he exhales. "Close enough, but," he shakes his head and crouches down so that Marcus can look at him, right in his eyes. "I fuck them to submission."
He sees the first shiver go through Marcus, raw fear settling in his bones the longer he looks into Travis's eyes.
Marcus knows that it's true. Whatever the psycho is saying, he has done it; he isn't bluffing.
"I don't even command them to it, I just-"he flicks the cigarette ash right above Marcus' face. "show my true self and they present like the little bitches they are."
Travis eyes glint as he grins, all teeth, eyes dead.
"all fours, face down, ass up. Very alpha of them, huh?"
Marcus is trembling harder. "you- you!"
"That's what I do to people like you, who challenge me, trespass, and act like they are all that when they aren't. That's what I am going to do."
"you- you wouldn't dare!"
"I am going to fuck you, and you are going to wish you could produce slick like the omegas I know you despise, because it's written all over your face. You are the kind of guy who demeans others not as strong as you.
"That's why I am going to mount you, fuck you to submission until your hole is bloody, loose, and your guts come out of there by the time I am done with you."
There are people now approaching him. In his fear, he didn't see the wolves shifting to their human forms, and now, he is being held up. "No! No!" not again!