Title: Ficlets: The Moon That Breaks The Night (For Which I Have To Howl)
Author: Mickey Sixx
Fandom: The Covenant
Pairing/character: Pogue Parry/Tyler Simms
Rating: All ratings! K - M

Notes: Well. I'm not dead. I guess that's what you were all wondering ;P Yes, I'm back, with another set of ficlets. Hurrah! :D Miss me? I was going to wait to post this, but I thought, what the heck, might as well start now. This set is a little different from the other one. It's going to be one story, one theme, all the way through, and each one is going to be chapters. But not all are going to be consecutive – some will be present, some will be future. Title comes from the song 'Howl' by Florence + the Machine.

ALSO, (and after this I'm going to shut up. Promise) just to let people know: I haven't stopped writing stuff for the Covenant. There's a loooooong ass fic (seriously, 16 chapters and approx 50K words) that I'm always thinking of and writing on. It's just taking some time because I want to finish it and then edit before I post it. So hang in there, k? It's coming.

Ok, now I'll let you read ;)

Rating: T / PG-13 / FRT
Word Count: 702

Beginning
He was shivering, but he couldn't feel it. The earth was mulchy, covered in leaves and broken twigs that stuck into his back, the damp seeping into his stupidly thin shirt. He couldn't feel that either. Every single muscle in his body was loose, but no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't move. Not even an inch. He was paralysed, eyes wide open and staring straight up into the night sky, forced to watch the dark clouds pass slowly.

Time ticked by. He had no way of knowing how long he'd been there, sprawled out on the ground with only the trees to keep him company. It was strange how he felt no pain; the gaping wound on his right side was bleeding heavily, even if he couldn't feel it, he knew it was. (White teeth, vicious teeth, sharp teeth). Probably delirious. In shock. (Deadly, threatening growls. A warning.)

It was supposed to be fun; just a bunch of friends out in the woods for a few days before finals. He was only going to get some more wood for the fire, didn't realise how far away from the camp he was getting. (Running, heart in his throat, panic and fear and ohmygodshit). He should have turned back when he no longer heard the others, when the light from the fire no longer flickered between the trees. (Branches snagging his hair, tearing at his clothes, too much noise, not enough noise, fuckwhatthefuckjesus!)

A handful of stars winked down at him from the midnight sky, peeking out from behind the clouds and hiding again a few seconds later. He watched, feeling almost detached from himself, like he was no longer in his own body. (Giving chase, gaining on him, trying to escape). Weird how he wasn't panicking. He probably should have been, considering he was probably going to die out here if he wasn't found soon. (Tripping, sprawling on the ground, trapped, thick saliva dripping from bared teeth, fuckSOMEONEHELPMEfuckPLEASE).

The clouds broke. Shimmery light flooded the clearing, chasing away the dark, and with his eyes wide open, he caught sight of the overly bright orb suspended above him. (Tearing, ripping into his flesh, pain, so much pain).

Without warning his body seized. Shock no longer held him in its grip and he panicked as white hot fire burned through his veins, starting from his toes and blazing up to his head. If he could have drawn breath, he would have screamed, but the pain was so intense that it locked his throat. It scorched him, cutting deep down to his bones, his heart beating too hard and too fast. The Power flickered and sparked, his eyes flashing black at odd moments while the pain made him arch. Red hot pokers ran him through over and over again and he was sure his skin was blistering and peeling from the heat.

He screamed out, but whether the sound made it past his lips or not he didn't know. He was only sure of one thing now.

He was going to die here.

CalebHelpReidpleasegodfuckTylerhurtsomuchpleasehelpme... I'm sorry... babyboyCaleb... please...

Violent shakes wracked his body, drenched in cold sweat, and just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, just when he thought he was going to burst into flames and burn to a crisp, the pain abated. Panting, aching and hurting, he slumped back to the damp ground. His mouth worked slowly, trying to shout out, to call for help, but nothing came.

Spots of yellow lights circled the trees, the sound of twigs cracking and breaking underfoot not quite drowned out by the calls of his name that echoed around the clearing. There was a gasp, but he didn't have the energy to turn his head to see who it was.

"Oh god, Pogue!" Thumping footsteps, the leaves crunching so loud it sounded like gunshots. A face swam into view, but his vision was so blurred he couldn't make it out. "Pogue! Fuck, somebody help! Get help! Pogue? Can you hear me? C'mon, you're gonna be ok, you're gonna be ok..."

Pogue's vision greyed out as he fell into blissful unconsciousness, the image of the full moon burned into the back of his eyelids.