Author's Note - This is something I've been working on. If you're wondering about my other two stories, I'm basically going to update whenever inspiration strikes. Thank You to those who read and Thank You to those who review. Reviews make me happy and feel like i'm doing a good job. For copyright: I don't own the guys from My Chem.
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"Where did it go?" A young man screamed.
"This way! I think it went this way!" A man with a large amount of hair yelled in response.
The two men ran down an alley only to run into a dead end.
"Did it jump the wall Ray?" The first man cried.
"I don't know Frank! Look around!" Ray said, knocking over trashcans.
"Shit man! Gerard is going to be pissed!" Frank exclaimed kicking some bags of trash.
"Who won't be? A fucking werewolf is on the loose and we had him within our grasp," Ray sighed with frustration.
"It's not like we planned for those dumbass drunks to stumble in front of us. They blew our fuckin cover!" He ranted.
"Dude, shh," Ray silenced him, motioning towards the covered dumpster.
"On three," Frank whispered holding up three fingers.
As he counted backwards Ray steadied his tranquilizer gun and aimed it towards the lid of the dumpster. Frank's hand formed a fist, ending the countdown and threw open the lid. The creature inside popped out and attempted to run, but Ray's trigger finger was faster. It took off running, slowing down and collapsing towards the entry to the alley.
"I'll run and get the van. Stay here and take care of him," Ray instructed.
Ray took off running out of the alley and past the local bars. Frank opened his backpack and pulled out duct tape and an empty potato bag. He slipped the bag over its head and taped its wrists and ankles together. Shoving the tape bag into his backpack, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it while he waited.
"Come on, let's get it in here and head back," Ray told him, opening the back of the van.
Frank flicked his cigarette to the side and slung his worn backpack over his shoulder. The two dragged the heavy beast into the van and swiftly shut the door. Ray climbed into the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. As the van roared to life, the passenger door flung open and Frank jumped in slamming the door behind him.
"Let's get this guy back to the warehouse before he fuckin wakes up," Frank said, turning up the radio.
Ray sped off through the night running stop signs and ignoring every traffic light they came across. The roads were empty while the sidewalks contained a few drunken college kids, stumbling home. The van swerved into the parking lot of what looked to be an old abandoned warehouse and in through the loading bay. Once inside the van came to a halt.
"We got him!" Ray announced, stepping out of the van.
"Awesome, let's get him into one of the cells," Gerard smiled, approaching the back of the vehicle.
"It should still be unconscious," Frank informed his friend, joining the two.
"Let's hurry then, I wouldn't want to be near after it wakes up. This guy is gonna be pissed," Ray commented, opening the doors.
Gerard reached into the van and grabbed its shoulder. When the werewolf was almost completely out of the van, Ray grabbed its other shoulder and helped dragging it to the service elevator. Ray and Gerard held the unconscious creature while Frank shut the gate on the elevator and pressed the button.
"Have any problems catching it?" Gerard asked the two.
"Some drunk college kids blew our cover when we almost had him. We took off and cornered it in an alley," Frank explained as the elevator dinged, announcing their arrival.
"It's a good thing you guys did. This thing could have killed another person if it was still out there," Gerard commended.
The body was dragged down a long hallway until they reached an empty cell. Gerard unclipped the keys from a belt loop and tossed them to Frank. Frank in turn slipped one of the keys into the look and swung the door open. The werewolf was dragged into the cell and the bag removed from its head. Ray pulled a knife out from his boot, cutting the tape restraints of their new prisoner. When the door was shut, Gerard took over and locked the door, storing the keys on his belt loop.
"I think we can call it a night," Gerard smiled, heading back towards the elevator.
"Thank god, I'm fucking tired," Frank yawned, as they clambered in.
"Look alive sunshine," Mikey said, popping his head into Gerard's bed room.
"Fuck off!" Gerard groaned.
"It's almost ten am! How late were you guys out?" he asked, stepping into the room.
"I think 3 am," Gerard yawned.
"Well, get up. I saw the note you left and we should go see who the werewolf really is!" Mikey said excitedly.
"Yeah, we should. We should also stop and get coffee on the way," he replied, rolling out of bed.
"Can we stop by Peters' Family Coffee?" Mikey asked his older brother.
"Is it because they have the best coffee in town or is it because you want to see the waitress?" Gerard asked in return.
"Both," the younger sibling said quicker before leaving the room.
"I'll be ready in fifteen," Gerard called after Mikey.
Gerard went through his closet and grabbed a pair dark jeans and a black shirt. After changing, he threw on his boots and grabbed his leather jacket. He ran into the bathroom and quickly drew a few lines of black eyeliner.
"Ready?" Mikey asked, his brother as he walked past the bathroom.
"Yeah, let me grab my wallet and cigarettes and I'll meet you at the car," he answered.
Gerard bolted to his room and grabbed what he needed from the top of his dresser. Hearing the horn sound, he ran out the house, locking it behind him, and jumped into the car. Mikey took off, driving the car through town. He parked the car in the parking lot next to the coffee shop and turned off the ignition.
"Hey, we're in and out. Get the coffee and go," Gerard warned his brother.
"Okay, okay," Mikey sighed.
I saw the two of them from the corner of my eye walk into coffee shop and join the line at the register. Mikey I noticed, was looking around the coffee shop, probably to see if Grace was working. She was prom queen back in high school and the most popular girl there. Sighing, I made my rounds and started collecting the abandoned coffee cups left around the shop and headed to the back.
"Hey Serenity," my coworker greeted as he clocked in.
"Hi Alex," I smiled as I left the cups by the sink.
"So I was wondering," he started, tying his apron around his waist.
"I need to get out there. It's the morning rush," I interrupted him.
"Right," he finished with a sigh.
It's not that Alex is a bad guy, he is actually really sweet. The reason I don't like him so much is because he dates every girl he works with. I fled the backroom and bumped into someone out front.
"I'm so sorry," I apologized.
"It's really no big deal," the man replied, helping me up from the floor.
"Mikey!" I exclaimed in shock, pushing my glasses up on my nose
"Serenity!" He replied in the same fashion.
"I'm sorry, i was in a rush," i started to explain.
"It's no big deal. Neither of us were hurt, no harm no foul," he said cooly.
"Mikey, we gotta go," Gerard informed his brother, handing him a coffee cup.
"Right. Well uh, I'll see you later then," Mikey told me, shoving his free hand into his pocket.
"Yeah, sure. I'll see you later," i smiled.
Mikey and Gerard let the coffee shop and headed to their car while i still stood frozen in my spot. I watched them pull out and drive away. Little did i know someone had been watching our whole interaction.
"Serenity, could you help me for a minute?" I heard my boss call out, carrying a new machine.
A man in the corner of the room continued to take notes, watching my every move. I only noticed when i made my rounds collecting cups, noticing he'd been here for almost an hour and only had one cup of coffee. He saw that i was taking notice of him and hastily left the shop.
Mikey was driving the road that had been beaten into his skull. It was the same road he took almost every day. Gerard got out and slid open the chain link fence, only closing it once Mikey had driven through. Gerard hoped back in and finished off his drink as they neared the loading bay. The car was pulled inside and parked facing out, in case of a quick getaway was needed.
"We might want to take it some clothes," Mikey suggested, grabbing a clipboard and stack of forms.
"Good idea," Gerard replied, jogging into the next room and returning with a sweat shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
"Did you guys log what time he was brought in last night?" Mikey asked, staring at the forms as they advanced on the elevator.
"No, sorry. I do know that it was sometime in between three fifteen and three fifty," he answered, operating the lift.
"I'll go through surveillance for the time stamp. And what was his condition?" Mikey read off the form in front of him.
"Unconscious, but no visible wounds. He was running last night so Ray used the tranq on him," he explained.
Mikey spent the next few minutes jotting down what his brother told him. As the elevator came to a stop, Mikey walked out of it still working on the form. He flipped through a few pages and scribbled something here and there, checking a few boxes as well. The two of them reached the cell of the werewolf and instead a naked young was man inside.
"Good morning," Gerard greeted, waking him up in the process.
"Could you tell us your name?" Mikey questioned, staring at the form.
"My name is Joseph Vargas. Where am?" He replied groggily.
"You are somewhere safe were no one can hurt you, and you can't hurt anyone," Gerard answered.
"We brought you some clothes," Mikey informed him.
The man stood up and Mikey turned away. Gerard shoved the clothes through the bars and turned away to give him some privacy.
"So what are you talking about?" Joe asked in confusion, fully clothed.
"You killed someone before when changed," Gerard explained while Mikey furiously scribbled away.
"I have no control over myself when i change!" Joseph argued.
"That is why we have you. You're safe here," Gerard replied.
Mikey took off towards the evelvator with his eyes glued the the paperwork in front of him. Gerard followed him, deep in thought. As the two arrived on the ground floor, Ray and Frank were waiting for them.
"Peters' Family Coffee?" Ray smirked.
"Shut it," Mikey replied, trailing down the hallway to his left.
"How long were you there this morning?" Frank asked.
"Surprisingly not that long," Gerard replied, three venturing down the same hallway as Mikey.
"Did he talk to her this time?" Ray asked.
"Even better. She literally ran into him by accident, and he helped her up. And they talked briefly," Gerard informed his friends.
The three of of them turned into a darkened room near the end of the hallway. Inside, there was a long table with three chairs on either side. At the end of the room was a flat projection screen and by the door was a computer hooked up to a projector. Ray sat on one side while the other two occupied the other.
"Good morning Ray, Frank," Mikey greeted.
Mikey sat next to ray and placed the laptop in front of him. He then flipped a few switches on the projector and grabbed the cable next to it to connect his laptop.
"This morning at three twenty seven am, nineteen year old, werewolf Joseph Vargas was brought in. He has no criminal record, and is from Concord, New Hampshire. He was reported missing two days ago by his parents. During the school year he is a music performance student at NYU and works at a movie theater during the summer," Mikey presented, flipping through a slideshow while he explained.
"What's he doing in New Jersey?" Frank asked.
"Maybe he was hunting something or someone and was led down here. There is also the possibility that he was the one being hunted," Mikey answered.
"Does he have any relatives that live in this area?" Ray inquired.
"I'm still searching. So far no hits," he read off the screen.
"What about health?" Ray asked again, Gerard deep in thought.
"The kid has a clean bill of health. No serious medical issues or injuries," Mikey replied.
"Shit," Frank muttered.
"I'm going to go talk to him again, see if he can gives us any information that we don't know," Gerard anounced.
He stood up from the table and swiftly left the room. The remaining men sat in silence. Mikey's head shot up and he bolted to the door.
"Use a audio recorder!" Mikey called after.
"It's in my hand," he yelled in reply.
"I'm gonna go work in the lab," Frank anounced, leaving the room.
"In all seriousness, when are you going to ask her out?" Ray asked the other occupant in the room.
"I don't know," he sighed, closing down the projector.
"Don't wait too long, Alex Pemberton i heard is planning on making a move on her soon," Ray warned him.
"Shit. I guess it'll be soon then," he replied.
"So how did you end you end up in New Jersey?" Gerard asked the young man.
"First i was chasing this deer, and then i just kept running, it felt good," he reminisced.
"Why were you chasing a deer?" He inquired.
"Isn't it obvious? I was hungry," Joe explained.
"Your family reported you missing two days ago. Legally one cannot be reported missing until after twenty four hours. You have been gone for three days now. Have you been a werewolf the whole time?" Gerard informed him.
"I've been gone that long? I don't know. The last thing i remember doing before i felt different was heading back to my car from bowling with my friends. My mood changed and i felt like walking instead of driving,"he explained.
"Have you ever felt like this before?" Gerard asked.
"Yes," he smiled.
"Have you ever been attacked by a wolf before?" Gerard asked, this time running a hand through his black shaggy hair.
"I was bitten by my friends dog almost a year ago," Jeff answered.
"And what type of dog was it?" He sighed.
"I don't know. It was big and kinda did look like a wolf," he trailed off.
"Thank you," Gerard replied, grabing the recorder from the ledge between the bars and stalked off.
"When can i go home?" Joe called out.
"Soon," Gerard lied.
I finished sweeping the coffee shop and headed to the back with the broom. My coworker Zoey headed out with the mop, high fiving me in the process.
"How can you pull off these double shifts?" Zoey asked as I walked back out with a rag and spray bottle.
"It's called desprately needing money," i replied.
"You're running yourself ragged," she commented.
"I feel fine," i said, cleaning the display glass.
"You need to take a day off," she said sternly.
"I would if i didn't have a slacker roommate who is always late in paying their part of the rent and never helps with the bills. I'm actually about to sell my car and just ride my bike everywhere," I explained, heading towards the door to clean it.
"You love that car," Zoey defended.
"But i love not being in debt more. I'd rather sell it than have it repoed," i told her, starting to wipe down the tables.
"If you need any help, just ask," Zoey offered.
"I'll keep that in mind, thank," i smiled.
"We'll, I think this place looks amazing! Let's lock up and head home," she anounced, dragging the mop back.
We clocked out and left the coffee shop. The chilly night air surrounded us, making me regret not grabbing my jacket this morning. bounced on the balls of my feet, shivering while Zoey locked the door.
"What time is it?" Zoey asked me as we walked to the parking lot.
"It is about ten fifteen," i answered, looking at my cellphone.
"Well then, i will see you in about seven hours," she laughed.
"See ya!" I waved, walking toward my car.
"Goodnight!" She replied.
I looked back toward the coffee shop and noticed the strange man from this morning walking past the coffee shop, watching me the whole time.
