Jocko came out from his hiding place . His steps like a puppet; obviously not under his control . Jocko was dressed in the remnants of his biker gear . Torn and b.l.o.o.d.y leathers covered a man who stood 1 . 98 meters and weighed 108 . 8 kg . Gold piercings circled his ears under his tattooed bald head . His eyes were terrifying, changing between fury, crazed laughter and other extreme emotions .

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"You! Who are you now? Marta, no no not the right one . . . " A strange moment of calm pa.s.sed over Jocko as he suddenly seemed to be thinking . Jocko looked at the ceiling which had not escaped the b.l.o.o.d.y fury of previous fights with his own people . The moment pa.s.sed quickly, Jocko jerked his gaze back to the young woman wearing her own black leathers . "You are Rebecca! You've come to try to stop me! Hahahaha!" Becca raised her whisky gla.s.s and neatly saluted . "Jocko, you've been unruly . You killed everyone in your pack? Jocko, how many? 23? Why didn't you call for help? When you realized the stage you were at? "

Jocko was old, six hundred years old . With Becca's influence he was gaining a bit of sanity here at his end . He looked around again at the destruction of his place . The place he had been so proud of . He saw what was left of his people covering the floors and walls . "I, it happened so fast . One second I was arguing with Bremmer and the next I went for his throat . " "Then I couldn't see for the blood in my eyes anymore . " Confusion pa.s.sed over his face as he looked at the indifferent woman before him . She knew what had happened . She had been here so many times in different countries, continents, and eras . Becca pa.s.sed Jocko the whisky . "A toast to our fallen . " she said as she raised her gla.s.s . Jocko nodded and raised the bottle too .

After they drank they sat the gla.s.ses down and stood . "Jocko my old friend it won't be easy . I'm at my end . " He nodded and continued to nod as her sanity restoring influence was withdrawn . His head jerking up and down like he was watching TV credits . She let him make the first move .

The two girls in the corner forgotten as the battle raged . If possible they made themselves smaller; curling into each other as pill bugs . They hid their faces as fountains of blood covered every inch of the room . Jocko had been a big man . The woman who had been so calm ripped the former head of the werewolf biker gang into bits .