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Chapter: 008
10 ReviewsHeadfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet - Fall Out Boy
“They’re coming,” a young man said his eyes hard and cold as blood dripped from a long slash across his shoulder. He tried to stem the blood with a ripped piece of his shirt.
“Should we hide?” A woman asked, “They might have supplies.”
“I’ve got a handgun and you’ve got a rifle. We’re fine.” The man said pulling the tourniquet tighter, “Shit, I can’t stop bleeding.”
The woman ignored him, “We’ll need bullets eventually.”
“Henley, can you help me with this,” His voice cracked, “if I don’t stop this flow, I’ll bleed to death.” He tried to keep his voice tight but a dry sob seeped through his tough exterior.
Henley dropped her gun and went to his side, taking hold of his arm, bandaging it slowly as he hissed in pain.
“There’s no hospital around here for fucking miles.” He whispered, angry. “Henley…I’m out of Wolfsbane Potion.”
The woman wrapped his arms around him, kissing his cheek, muttering, “Alex, don’t you worry…”
“I don’t want to kill anyone anymore.”
She could smell blood and sweat and fear on him. But nothing shocked her as much as the anger that radiated from every pore.
“They made me kill so many…” his breath slowly grew shallow, he gripped Henley’s shoulders but pulled away far enough to stare into her light blue eyes, captivating them with his hurt and anger. He stared at her and noticed the cuts on the side of her lips, like a tear in her skin from repeated transformations.
Nothing would assuage his pain.
His voice rose higher in volume but the words ran together as he spoke faster, his eyes widening in fear as he relived some terrible horror.
“Henley they kept me there and experimented on me. They didn’t believe me. I tried to tell him, Henley. I tried, I tried, I tried. No one listened. I screamed and I slammed myself into walls and I, and I, and I…”
Henley wasn’t sure if he was having a breakdown, she wasn’t sure of anything anymore. Including her own sanity.
His voice changed, mocking the doctors in a psychotic voice, yelling out certain words, blending them in with the siren, “There’s no such thing as werewolves, they said. There’s no such thing as them, they said. You’re a liar, they said. You’re a filthy liar. No, they didn’t believe me.” His words held such conviction, his grip grew stronger on the tattered shirt on Henley’s back, pinching the skin underneath, trying to tear it away.
“But I kept trying to tell them. I kept on and kept on and kept. But they called me a liar, they said. So they wanted to test me, they said.”
Henley grew fearful at the growing rage inside of her teammate, the rage that filled his eyes scared him. He was losing sense of himself. Of humanity. Falling back into the dangerous realm of animalistic tendencies, reaching back into herself for his inner wolf.
“They told me to change. So I did, I’ve been practicing, I’d been trying to change like Gabe. I’ve been trying to change like him. Like he used to. I wanted kill them. I want to kill them. I imagined every bit of rage inside of me, I tried to kill every one. I tried to kill the vampires and wizards and humans and the children. No,” He corrected, “I didn’t try. I succeeded. ”
His face twitched in pleasure.
“I killed the little ones first.” Alex pulled one hand away demonstrating, “Raise one hand, leer down at them, swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Tear their eyes out, tear everything away. Leave nothing but bones. Nothing but bones.”
He started laughing, Henley tried to push him away, trying to run, to slap sense into him. But he was to strong. The bleeding cut on his shoulder, soaked through the dirty grey shirt he was wearing, sliding like rain down his arms.
“I did it.” Alex said reverently, “I learned how to change without the moon. I killed everyone, Especially my family. They looked at me, fear in their eyes, in their souls.” Alex laughed again, “Much like you’re looking at me now, Henley.”
He cackled.
“Do you like what you see?” There was almost a sexual note hidden in he words.
Henley stared wide-eyed, afraid, “We need to get you help,” she muttered, trying her hardest to pull away, his grip was growing with unprecedented strength “We can get you help.”
Alex laughed again, inhaling deeply with h is nose, “Nothing can help now, they said. They said I should’ve kill everyone, they said they needed the people from my little massacre. They set me free. Did you know that, Henley? That I was set free? Were you set free?”
Henley didn’t answer.
“They said I was dangerous, didn’t they! But that’s not true.” He threw her head back and laughed, Henley saw his teeth slowly extending and hair to sprout across his chin and face. Her breathing increase, it was like he could feel her heartbeat inside of her because he pushed her down, arms by her sides, her shoulders pressing against the dirt and he snapped and snarled in her face,
“Scared Henley?”
He petted her, as if she was the animal. His lips pouted he leaned in closer, the hair growing in patches now, he was so close to her.
So close to death, she breathed heavier and heavier with each passing second.
H is face contorted into a mixture of pleasure and pain, the masochist in him wanted to changed and thrived off the feeling of twisted bones and flesh. His mouth hung open and saliva dripped on to her face.
Her breathing sped up and her heart pounded, only adding to the animal above her pleasure. Her gun was too far out of reach, her eyes searched around frantically, when they finally laid eyes on the handgun sitting in his holster.
The sounds of h is bones creaking grew louder as they forged together, fusing into the ultimate death machine for herself and so many others. She fought with herself physically and mentally, she couldn’t kill him, he was confused. Disoriented.
A growl fell from h is lips as his body mass grew.
She couldn’t be left to die here. This was not her purpose.
Tears in her eyes, she reached toward the gun grasping for it, only able to grab a small portion of the handle.
The fur grew longer and heavier, no longer in patches. Dark fur engulfed his body, tearing off his clothes, that fell to the ground, ripped and tattered just like his soul. His ribs cracked and screamed out in a pain only for it to turn into a howl seconds later.
He changed.
A shudder ran through the werewolf, the pressure of the wolf on top of her chest felt heavy enough to burst her chest, open ly killing her under the sheer weight of this ferocious brown
Unlike beast. Henley, the werewolf did not hesitate to attack, using the same swipe motion, Alex demonstrated seconds before, the wolf starting tear away her shirt and then began ripping into her heart.
Literally, tearing her heart out.
Screaming in pain, Henley fought. A single thought running through her head:
I will not die like this.
The werewolf continued acting as a rain red fell down against its’ dark coat, adding to its shine, to is luster and lust for flesh.
Henley felt her way for the gun, now gone from the holster but farther away then expected. The wolf continued tearing her apart, not stopping. Wondering whether or not this would be her last action of hope, Henley pushed forward, giving the wolf direct access to her rib cage, but gave her a shot at life.
The gun was now sitting loosely in he r hands; she lifted her hand weakly, the loss of blood affecting her brain, and put it into the side of the werewolf.
“I’m sorry,” Henley screamed out as six shots rang into the air.
The first, faltered and startled the werewolf but it continued pummeling.
The second, irritated it and struck against her harder with more force.
The third, slowed the wolf down slightly.
The fourth, added to the red rain.
The fifth stopped the swiping.
The sixth, dropped the wolf onto her chest.
Henley screamed as he crawled from under the beast and stumbled toward her rifle, shooting at point-blank range twice for good measure.
Tears poured down he r face as she dropped to her knees.
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“Go get Tabatha and tell her to hurry the fuck up,” Pete barked, “Carry Joe if you have to.”
Patrick mumbled something under his breath, Pete wheeled around fuming, “Patrick, get the fuck over there, now. Don’t give me anymore of your shit. Do as I say. Now go!” His voice was thunderous and Patrick immediately ran back to Tabatha.
Wiping his brow, Pete squatted down and scooped up PJ’s frail body in his arms, cradling her as he sprinted toward a small abandoned building, with his arms full, he kicked at the door with his foot, his rushing endorphins kept the pain away, but the door did not fall in.
“Damn it,” Pete swore, running to the next building and trying the same thing. As he did with the next and the next.
The doors were barricaded, all of them. Preparing for something, preparing for hell.
He was halfway down the street before he realized the others were not with him. He turned back and screamed at the top of his lungs, “Let’s go!”
The sirens grew louder, or maybe he was just getting closer to them. In the distance, he saw the stumbling figure of Patrick and Tabatha hurrying alongside him.
“They’ll make it.” Pete panted.
Pete sprinted and slid into an alley.
A dark green dumpster overflowing with trash sent a putrid scent into the air, Pete coughed as he moved through the tight alleyway, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he shouldn’t stop but everything was killing him: his heart, his burning legs, the throbbing pain in his stomach…
Everything.
Further down the alley, he heard… more weeping. Etheral. Broken.
A cool sensation slid down his body, chilling him to the core, he recognized it as fear.
Swallowing, Pete slowly set PJ down beside the dumpster. Looking around for something to hide her with…In the dumpster, her saw a large piece of cardboard throw over the top, quickly pulling it out, he gagged at the site before him.
A rotting corpse, no…no, corpses.
Pete stopped breathing and staggered backwards, closing his eyes, wishing that he’d never seen it. That he never looked inside.
The weeping turned into almost a song of grief; he stifled the urge to scream. Turning back to PJ, he propped the cardboard in front of her, hoping that it would be enough to hide her from any immediate danger.
Patrick and PJ could make it somewhere on their own if something happened. They’d hear his screaming.
Hopefully, hopefully, they’d come back for PJ.
Pete imagined Tabatha’s furious face and then shook his head.
They would come for her if I die.
Summoning the courage that kept the male Wentzs before him alive, Pete walked stealthily toward the danger. His body tensed as he walked, saliva decreasing, pupils dilating, skin perspiring, heart accelerating…
He felt his life was set in stone now more than ever. He was destined to live through this. They all were.
He knew it.
Picking up the pace now and throwing caution into the wind, he walked straight toward the weeping creature. Just as it’s silhouette came into view Pete shouted,
“Are you alright?”
In very quick succession, so quick that Pete might not even of known he was going to die, three things happened:
A gun cocked, exploded, and blood quickly covered the ground.
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muhahhaha feel free to hate me
oh and if you were kind of wondering about the title it's just that the lyrics remind me of werewolves for some reason =/
and yes, yes I did steal wolfsbane from harry potter. don't sue me I'm just geeking out for wednesday.
reviews
caffrin: oh wow, thanks so much :D
hayden: ahahha thanks! :D
chicago-kid: thanks! yeah, it's annoying but I do my best to answer them, even if I have to use the respond button. haha you're welcome, I've had you added on twitter for awhile, but I'm always afraid I'll assume someone is on ficwad, link them, and then have them be all "wtf is this". oh and I love that cover haha
xnataliex: fuck yes bow down lmao idk, I just don't really know how to end it without one other wise the entire story might just be one big bajillion word chapter. but never fear! my life is over until august. so all i will be doing is writing and watching hereos :D
ash360: thank you so much :D
beautifuldreamer: wow thank you :D
“Should we hide?” A woman asked, “They might have supplies.”
“I’ve got a handgun and you’ve got a rifle. We’re fine.” The man said pulling the tourniquet tighter, “Shit, I can’t stop bleeding.”
The woman ignored him, “We’ll need bullets eventually.”
“Henley, can you help me with this,” His voice cracked, “if I don’t stop this flow, I’ll bleed to death.” He tried to keep his voice tight but a dry sob seeped through his tough exterior.
Henley dropped her gun and went to his side, taking hold of his arm, bandaging it slowly as he hissed in pain.
“There’s no hospital around here for fucking miles.” He whispered, angry. “Henley…I’m out of Wolfsbane Potion.”
The woman wrapped his arms around him, kissing his cheek, muttering, “Alex, don’t you worry…”
“I don’t want to kill anyone anymore.”
She could smell blood and sweat and fear on him. But nothing shocked her as much as the anger that radiated from every pore.
“They made me kill so many…” his breath slowly grew shallow, he gripped Henley’s shoulders but pulled away far enough to stare into her light blue eyes, captivating them with his hurt and anger. He stared at her and noticed the cuts on the side of her lips, like a tear in her skin from repeated transformations.
Nothing would assuage his pain.
His voice rose higher in volume but the words ran together as he spoke faster, his eyes widening in fear as he relived some terrible horror.
“Henley they kept me there and experimented on me. They didn’t believe me. I tried to tell him, Henley. I tried, I tried, I tried. No one listened. I screamed and I slammed myself into walls and I, and I, and I…”
Henley wasn’t sure if he was having a breakdown, she wasn’t sure of anything anymore. Including her own sanity.
His voice changed, mocking the doctors in a psychotic voice, yelling out certain words, blending them in with the siren, “There’s no such thing as werewolves, they said. There’s no such thing as them, they said. You’re a liar, they said. You’re a filthy liar. No, they didn’t believe me.” His words held such conviction, his grip grew stronger on the tattered shirt on Henley’s back, pinching the skin underneath, trying to tear it away.
“But I kept trying to tell them. I kept on and kept on and kept. But they called me a liar, they said. So they wanted to test me, they said.”
Henley grew fearful at the growing rage inside of her teammate, the rage that filled his eyes scared him. He was losing sense of himself. Of humanity. Falling back into the dangerous realm of animalistic tendencies, reaching back into herself for his inner wolf.
“They told me to change. So I did, I’ve been practicing, I’d been trying to change like Gabe. I’ve been trying to change like him. Like he used to. I wanted kill them. I want to kill them. I imagined every bit of rage inside of me, I tried to kill every one. I tried to kill the vampires and wizards and humans and the children. No,” He corrected, “I didn’t try. I succeeded. ”
His face twitched in pleasure.
“I killed the little ones first.” Alex pulled one hand away demonstrating, “Raise one hand, leer down at them, swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Tear their eyes out, tear everything away. Leave nothing but bones. Nothing but bones.”
He started laughing, Henley tried to push him away, trying to run, to slap sense into him. But he was to strong. The bleeding cut on his shoulder, soaked through the dirty grey shirt he was wearing, sliding like rain down his arms.
“I did it.” Alex said reverently, “I learned how to change without the moon. I killed everyone, Especially my family. They looked at me, fear in their eyes, in their souls.” Alex laughed again, “Much like you’re looking at me now, Henley.”
He cackled.
“Do you like what you see?” There was almost a sexual note hidden in he words.
Henley stared wide-eyed, afraid, “We need to get you help,” she muttered, trying her hardest to pull away, his grip was growing with unprecedented strength “We can get you help.”
Alex laughed again, inhaling deeply with h is nose, “Nothing can help now, they said. They said I should’ve kill everyone, they said they needed the people from my little massacre. They set me free. Did you know that, Henley? That I was set free? Were you set free?”
Henley didn’t answer.
“They said I was dangerous, didn’t they! But that’s not true.” He threw her head back and laughed, Henley saw his teeth slowly extending and hair to sprout across his chin and face. Her breathing increase, it was like he could feel her heartbeat inside of her because he pushed her down, arms by her sides, her shoulders pressing against the dirt and he snapped and snarled in her face,
“Scared Henley?”
He petted her, as if she was the animal. His lips pouted he leaned in closer, the hair growing in patches now, he was so close to her.
So close to death, she breathed heavier and heavier with each passing second.
H is face contorted into a mixture of pleasure and pain, the masochist in him wanted to changed and thrived off the feeling of twisted bones and flesh. His mouth hung open and saliva dripped on to her face.
Her breathing sped up and her heart pounded, only adding to the animal above her pleasure. Her gun was too far out of reach, her eyes searched around frantically, when they finally laid eyes on the handgun sitting in his holster.
The sounds of h is bones creaking grew louder as they forged together, fusing into the ultimate death machine for herself and so many others. She fought with herself physically and mentally, she couldn’t kill him, he was confused. Disoriented.
A growl fell from h is lips as his body mass grew.
She couldn’t be left to die here. This was not her purpose.
Tears in her eyes, she reached toward the gun grasping for it, only able to grab a small portion of the handle.
The fur grew longer and heavier, no longer in patches. Dark fur engulfed his body, tearing off his clothes, that fell to the ground, ripped and tattered just like his soul. His ribs cracked and screamed out in a pain only for it to turn into a howl seconds later.
He changed.
A shudder ran through the werewolf, the pressure of the wolf on top of her chest felt heavy enough to burst her chest, open ly killing her under the sheer weight of this ferocious brown
Unlike beast. Henley, the werewolf did not hesitate to attack, using the same swipe motion, Alex demonstrated seconds before, the wolf starting tear away her shirt and then began ripping into her heart.
Literally, tearing her heart out.
Screaming in pain, Henley fought. A single thought running through her head:
I will not die like this.
The werewolf continued acting as a rain red fell down against its’ dark coat, adding to its shine, to is luster and lust for flesh.
Henley felt her way for the gun, now gone from the holster but farther away then expected. The wolf continued tearing her apart, not stopping. Wondering whether or not this would be her last action of hope, Henley pushed forward, giving the wolf direct access to her rib cage, but gave her a shot at life.
The gun was now sitting loosely in he r hands; she lifted her hand weakly, the loss of blood affecting her brain, and put it into the side of the werewolf.
“I’m sorry,” Henley screamed out as six shots rang into the air.
The first, faltered and startled the werewolf but it continued pummeling.
The second, irritated it and struck against her harder with more force.
The third, slowed the wolf down slightly.
The fourth, added to the red rain.
The fifth stopped the swiping.
The sixth, dropped the wolf onto her chest.
Henley screamed as he crawled from under the beast and stumbled toward her rifle, shooting at point-blank range twice for good measure.
Tears poured down he r face as she dropped to her knees.
-------------------------------------------
“Go get Tabatha and tell her to hurry the fuck up,” Pete barked, “Carry Joe if you have to.”
Patrick mumbled something under his breath, Pete wheeled around fuming, “Patrick, get the fuck over there, now. Don’t give me anymore of your shit. Do as I say. Now go!” His voice was thunderous and Patrick immediately ran back to Tabatha.
Wiping his brow, Pete squatted down and scooped up PJ’s frail body in his arms, cradling her as he sprinted toward a small abandoned building, with his arms full, he kicked at the door with his foot, his rushing endorphins kept the pain away, but the door did not fall in.
“Damn it,” Pete swore, running to the next building and trying the same thing. As he did with the next and the next.
The doors were barricaded, all of them. Preparing for something, preparing for hell.
He was halfway down the street before he realized the others were not with him. He turned back and screamed at the top of his lungs, “Let’s go!”
The sirens grew louder, or maybe he was just getting closer to them. In the distance, he saw the stumbling figure of Patrick and Tabatha hurrying alongside him.
“They’ll make it.” Pete panted.
Pete sprinted and slid into an alley.
A dark green dumpster overflowing with trash sent a putrid scent into the air, Pete coughed as he moved through the tight alleyway, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he shouldn’t stop but everything was killing him: his heart, his burning legs, the throbbing pain in his stomach…
Everything.
Further down the alley, he heard… more weeping. Etheral. Broken.
A cool sensation slid down his body, chilling him to the core, he recognized it as fear.
Swallowing, Pete slowly set PJ down beside the dumpster. Looking around for something to hide her with…In the dumpster, her saw a large piece of cardboard throw over the top, quickly pulling it out, he gagged at the site before him.
A rotting corpse, no…no, corpses.
Pete stopped breathing and staggered backwards, closing his eyes, wishing that he’d never seen it. That he never looked inside.
The weeping turned into almost a song of grief; he stifled the urge to scream. Turning back to PJ, he propped the cardboard in front of her, hoping that it would be enough to hide her from any immediate danger.
Patrick and PJ could make it somewhere on their own if something happened. They’d hear his screaming.
Hopefully, hopefully, they’d come back for PJ.
Pete imagined Tabatha’s furious face and then shook his head.
They would come for her if I die.
Summoning the courage that kept the male Wentzs before him alive, Pete walked stealthily toward the danger. His body tensed as he walked, saliva decreasing, pupils dilating, skin perspiring, heart accelerating…
He felt his life was set in stone now more than ever. He was destined to live through this. They all were.
He knew it.
Picking up the pace now and throwing caution into the wind, he walked straight toward the weeping creature. Just as it’s silhouette came into view Pete shouted,
“Are you alright?”
In very quick succession, so quick that Pete might not even of known he was going to die, three things happened:
A gun cocked, exploded, and blood quickly covered the ground.
-----------------------
muhahhaha feel free to hate me
oh and if you were kind of wondering about the title it's just that the lyrics remind me of werewolves for some reason =/
and yes, yes I did steal wolfsbane from harry potter. don't sue me I'm just geeking out for wednesday.
reviews
caffrin: oh wow, thanks so much :D
hayden: ahahha thanks! :D
chicago-kid: thanks! yeah, it's annoying but I do my best to answer them, even if I have to use the respond button. haha you're welcome, I've had you added on twitter for awhile, but I'm always afraid I'll assume someone is on ficwad, link them, and then have them be all "wtf is this". oh and I love that cover haha
xnataliex: fuck yes bow down lmao idk, I just don't really know how to end it without one other wise the entire story might just be one big bajillion word chapter. but never fear! my life is over until august. so all i will be doing is writing and watching hereos :D
ash360: thank you so much :D
beautifuldreamer: wow thank you :D
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