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Post by Ichigo Kulric on Dec 2, 2012 22:54:04 GMT -5
Tom apologized under his breath as he drug V to the wall. About to leave he stopped when he heard V's plead. He blinked. He turned to look at the man and instantly froze up. "Holy fuck..." he muttered, eyes wide as V sniffed him and was SO damn close. He tried leaning back but ended up being bitten. With a loud yelp Tom growled and fisted at V's head. "Ow! The fuck?!" He smelled the blood then. Pupils turned to slits and he growled low. He felt intense pleasure all over his body. Itching to change Tom nearly did right then. Then he saw V. Ears perked up as his sudden lust disappeared and some fear jolted through him. He watched his new 'master' stop shifting in front of him. "Holy..... sh---" he started to breathe out as he saw V reveal his wound almost 100% healed. He started to rise from his place on the floor, but then he heard a low growl behind him. He froze. The gun was on the floor. There was a fucking wolf behind him. He was unarmed. "V...." he whispered, getting over his shock of said man and getting a new fear. The beast had JUST rounded the corner. And it was HUGE. Towering almost to Tom's height, it stood on all fours. It was black like Tom's wolf but had yellow eyes and flecks of gray and white fur and whiskers. (Right hand man of the bitch so NO KILLING..... yet)
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Post by Cyraus on Feb 20, 2013 1:59:09 GMT -5
Recovered from his physical ordeal, V smiled up at Tom, but it fell once a looming figure moved behind the boy. He looked back and saw that the giant wolf, baffled by the size of this thing. They must be working on steroids, he thought. Toll. He sighed and murmured, "I'm so not in the mood." Without leaving the beast's blazing yellow eyes, he grasped the gun to his left. He aimed and shot at the wolf simultaneously. The wolf darted toward them, evading some bullets; however, the bullets that did pierce him didn't faze him.
Grabbing Tom's shirt, V dodged with him out of the way and into the lockers. Hovering over Tom, he looked back at the massive animal as it was turning around, muttering, "This thing isn't going down the old-fashioned way. You take the gun." He placed the handgun in Tom's hands and stepped away from him. "Shoot when I'm away from him." He would usually have someone shoot as he attacked, but Tom was no where near skilled enough to avoid shooting him. V reached into his pocket and pulled out chopsticks... long, metal ones with sharp edges and points. There was a little spike jutting out at V's hand, almost like the hilt of a sword. With one in either hand, V stepped into the middle of the hallway and let the beast come at him. When the beast leaped at him, V lunged underneath him, raising his sharp chopsticks and slicing the wolf's belly.
"Shoot him now!" cried V as he whirled around to face the monstrous enemy.
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"Jesus Christ, Kate," gasped Alan as they ran from the school entrance. "What the fuck is going on?!" Kate didn't respond. She couldn't even talk. It was all she could do to keep from sobbing uncontrollably. It wasn't supposed to be this way, she thought as tears welled in her eyes. God dammit, how did this happen? She looked at the revolver in his hand, cursing herself for putting it there.
They paused their running in the school parking lot. Alan looked around frantically, murmuring, "Where the hell did I park?" With her hand over her chest, Kate looked at him and choked out, "I'm... sorry." He looked back at her, panicked eyes turning a little softer. He sighed and continued scanning the lot, saying, "It's okay. Let's just get back to the car." With a swallow, she nodded, hugging herself to stop trembling. His words did little to comfort her. She was too overwhelmed with confusion, pain, and guilt. Dragging another poor soul into the horror, watching all those people get slaughtered, and seeing the look of betrayal in Tom's eyes when she ran away. I hate me.
"There it is!" cried Alan, pointing to the silver Camry on the street. "Come on." He took her hand in his and started advancing toward it. No sooner did Alan begin running that something struck him hard in the face, sending him tumbling backward. Kate was pulled backward by him but the force broke their grasp. She looked down and saw blood seeping out of Alan's nose as he grimaced in pain. Her eyes shifted to the person beside her: a short, stout man with wavy hair and dark eyes. He glanced at her, gave her a wink, and stepped toward Alan, who was now shuffling back. When Alan raised his gun to the man, he kicked it out of his hands and Alan cried out.
"Oh my God!" cried Kate, helping raise the groaning Alan up. "What are you doing?" The man raised his eyebrows at her and replied, "I'm teaching this little bitch a lesson. D'ya mind?" Kate faced Alan and turned her head back to the man, saying, "Yes, I do mind! He's not a werewolf!" Continuing to walk toward them, the man guffawed and said, "Wow! Shooting our leader and not having any muscle to back you up? While it's... stupid as fuck, I applaud your nerve." Alan's brows furrowed and in one instant, the man had him by the throat. He pushed Kate away and slammed Alan up against a car, which set off the alarm. "Awww," groaned Ezra sardonically. "Look what you did." He grabbed Alan by his hair and bashed his face into the top of the car's door. Alan released a pained cry as his cheek split open and tried struggling against Ezra.
Kate grasped Ezra's shirt and pulled him back from Alan, but he flung his arm back and sent her into the ground. "Unless you wanna join your boyfriend in an ass-beating," he said with a scowl, "you oughta keep out of this." When he turned back to his victim, Alan was on his knees and crawling away. "You poor little bitch," sighed Ezra with a condescending smile as he stomped on Alan's back, forcing him down.
"Please," moaned Alan, moving his hands to his face, "I didn't mean to..." Ezra lifted Alan by his hair and shouted over his wails, "You should've thought of that before you shot our leader!" Nearly crying now, Alan gasped, "I was only trying..." Ezra cut him off with a fist in his gut.
"Shut the fuck up," he hissed in his ear, "you pathetic piece of shit. Take what's coming to ya." Ezra grasped Alan's face and thrust his head back into the car , shattering the glass window. A loud bang halted Ezra and, looking back, he saw Kate aiming the revolver at him. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she said in a surprisingly strong voice, "Stop it. Let him go." Ezra released Alan, who collapsed, and turned to face Kate. With an unimpressed look, he said, "You know how to use that thing?" She didn't respond and he took a step forward. "Careful. You wouldn't want to hurt your boyfriend."
"Shut up," she growled through clenched teeth, tightening her grip on the gun. "Don't come any closer. Just go away." Ezra doesn't heed her command and continues moving toward her, saying, "Y'know, I would do that. But..." It was then that he tackled her in a motion too fast for Kate to react soon enough. He tore the gun from her hand before they hit the ground and broke it apart in his hands. Kate's eyes widened. Clutching her throat, Ezra leaned in on her and inhaled with closed eyes. He smiled and opened his eyes flashing yellow, murmuring, "Looks like we've got a fighter." Kate writhed underneath him and stiffened when she felt his hand slide over her chest and onto her waist. "I may have to steal you," he whispered in her ear. Wailing, Kate struggle and he moved his hand from her throat to her mouth.
Energized by his rage, Alan threw himself onto Ezra, tearing him from Kate and forcing him into the pavement. Reacting immediately, Ezra punched Alan in the jaw and he fell back. Ezra got up and shook his head as Alan tried to get up again. "You should try getting some skill before you attack," he said, grabbing Alan by the hair again. With that, Ezra reared his leg back and clouted his Calvin Klein leather shoe into Alan's face. That left him limp. As he took out his pocketknife, he heard a nearby rumbling. Raising his eyes, he saw a large grey wolf stepping out of the shadows. "Oh, fuck you," groaned Ezra, kneeling down to Alan. The wolf snarled and pounced on Ezra. "God dammit!" he yelled, wrestling to gain control of it.
As Ezra did this, Kate helped Alan toward the car.
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