Even the Strongest Don't Survive
Author's note: This is my first BWOC fic!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
"Tommy! Tommy, look at me. Don't you dare close your eyes, buddy. Everything's going to be okay. You just have to stay with me please!" Merton pleaded to his best friend.
"Merton, I can't breathe. The pain is just too much. I'm really tired; I want to go to sleep…"
"Keep him awake, Merton! It's the only way we know that he's still alive", Lori said, tears running down her cheeks.
When this crime-fighting trio found out that the Werewolf Hunter was back in Pleasantville, they thought it would be a piece of cake to get rid of him, just like they did last time. But as his best friend was dying in his arms, Merton realized that nothing is as easy as it seems. They should have just hidden him in his basement until the hunter left town. Tommy was however too eager to get out and run about, like he usually did on his full-moon nights. After trying many times to convince him otherwise, they let him go.
After a few hours, Merton and Lori started to get a little worried. Why hadn't he come back yet? His runs usually only lasted an hour or so. At midnight, they couldn't take it anymore. They searched all around town, but they couldn't find him. Devastated, they started to head back home, but they heard a deafening howl. Tommy! Was he alright? They ran as fast as they could to where they had heard the howl: the cemetery.
When they got there, they found him, unconscious, right near one of the tombstones. They ran to him, and Merton shook him, trying to wake him up. And now, he was half-conscious and so close to death.
"Tommy, please stay with us. We need you. Pleasantville needs their leading werewolf", Merton cried.
"M-Merton, please p-promise me s-something. P-promise me you will take c-care of Lori, and p-please tell my parents and D-Dean that I love them with all of my h-heart."
"Don't talk like that, Tommy! You can tell them yourself once you get better." Lori pleaded.
"Lori, can you just please concentrate on getting the knife out, please?"
"I'm trying Merton! It's stuck! It won't budge!"
Why had it come to this? Tommy was so strong, so indestructible. He was a werewolf, for God's sake! Nothing can hurt him, right? Wrong. The werewolf hunter knew exactly what can take a werewolf down. He had planted a very sharp silver knife right in the middle of Tommy's back, several times. Tommy, not able to call for help, had been helpless for hours. He had lost a lot of blood, way too much. Merton and Lori were very scared.
"Well then call 911! Now!" Merton cried out, tears now forming in the corner of his eyes.
"Ok, Ok. I'm dialing right now."
"Merton, I-I'm t-tired, so v-very tired. I t-think it's t-time. Lori, p-please come here"
"I'm right here, Tommy. I'm right here."
"G-guys, please promise me y-you will k-keep t-this town s-safe while I'm g-gone. Even t-thought Pleasantville will l-lose their werewolf, t-they will s-still have you…"
"Tommy, I told you to stop talking like that. You are not dying! I won't let you!"
"I l-love you guys s-so much…"
And with that, Tommy slowly closed his eyes, never to be opened again.
"Tommy! Tommy, wake up please!" Lori cried.
But he never would, he was gone forever. Merton broke down crying and Lori hugged him tightly. He just let the tears fall down on her shoulders. This was all his fault. If only he had kept Tommy in his basement, and not let him out, none of this would have happened. They had lost their best friend, their savior. What were they going to do now? Tommy was their rock, he was so strong. If he couldn't survive, how could they? Why did this have to happen to him? This shows that sometimes, even the strongest don't survive.
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