The Hunters

Not my usual fan fiction fare (even when considering I haven't written all that many). My girlfriend didn't really like the ending of Red: Werewolf Hunter - and I'm also a sucker. So here's an alternate ending and what happened next. Idea of a movie based on real events was from the Real Ghostbusters. Action in Chapter 2.

Nathan winced.

Yeah, he hadn't meant to, but this hit too close to home. He may have been a top FBI agent, but he was still human - and Thank God for that.

The actor playing him had just been stabbed dead by the actress playing Virginia. Bad enough the actor was a dead ringer for him - and the actress almost as hot as Virginia. But no. The worst thing about it was this was what easily could have happened.

Yeah, the movie had screwed over what happened at the end - added drama, angst and all that shit - but it was all too accurate at the beginning. Nathan went pale when he watched the scenes where his character had "turned" - even now he had seen red in any scene where he saw the bastard who had done that to him.

Yeah, but the worst was that ending . . .

"You okay?" asked Virginia, sweetly, stroking his face.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "It didn't happen . . . Thank God, it didn't end that way."

They were sitting on sofa in the apartment they were sharing. When the last of their work was done . . . it should be any day now . . . they'd plan a wedding. Get on with their lives.

He put his arm around her. He thought "If it had come to that . . . it would have had to come down that way."

It would be her duty - and he hoped he would have had the balls to tell her to kill him.

As it was, that final showdown at the Sullivan House had never happened. Jake, Luke and Virginia were experienced hunters. Yes, they had been trapped in the meat plant - Jake and Luke had been hunted in some sick version of The Most Dangerous Game. Yeah, but they had won.

Luke hadn't been ripped apart from some damned werewolf hiding in a tree. He had killed the wolves singlehandedly. Jake, kid that he was (what was he - nineteen, twenty?), was able to kill that bastard with a silver knife. Come on - they were experts with this thing. Some Goddamn old man in a battered hat wasn't immune to silver in the heart - and karate kicks to the head.

About that time Nathan's nightmare was over. He awoke - or something - naked but human, although the full moon was still shining high. Virginia's grandmother was still standing guarding him with a double barrelled shotgun.

With some reluctance she released him (that cage they had locked him in hadn't been the piece of crap they showed in the movie - not to mention that besides drugging him, they had handcuffed him, barred the cage with silver, and chained it shut with a couple heavy padlocks).

Nathan had quickly dressed, feeling steamed at having "turned" and become a liability to the Sullivans instead of an ally in killing those goddamned creatures.

About that time Luke had come in for more weapons. Nathan joined Luke, taking his truck, several guns - and storming the werewolves as dawn was breaking.

You'd think the wolves would have the sense to use guns against the Sullivan. But they were ripe for the picking without their leader. Not a single one of the pack left alive.

And Nathan couldn't have enjoyed killing the bastards more. They had it coming . . . they lived to murder and tear to shreds . . . after all, he was never like them . . . .

Again, he winced.

"Why'd Jake sell the story anyway," Nathan groaned, shutting off the T.V. "And why did he have to get everything backward."

Nathan absentmindedly checked his Blackberry.

"Jake's always been . . . unorthodox," said Virginia. "You should have seen my grandmother, or Greg, when they found out he sold it as a script. Jake's excuse was he thought no one would believe it - and he decided he could use the money."

"O.K., but why did he kill everybody off - but you," Nathan asked.

"It could have happened that way," said Virginia quietly, not having enjoyed seeing her "family" mauled. "But it wasn't Jake's idea - it was the producers."

"He could have at least changed the names before he tried to sell that draft," she added.

"Yeah, whatever happened to the names were changed to protect the innocent" said Nathan ironically.

"To Hell with it," he added suddenly, putting down his cell and looking at Virgina. "What matters is that they're dead - there's only one pack left in the world and we've killed most of those damned monsters."

He gripped her warm body in his arms, and kissed her tender lips.