Hi guys, yeah, I know, I know! Does she ever stop writing?! NO! Well here is an idea I had come up with a long time ago. I decided to go on ahead and post this to help rid me of some writer's block I had acquired. This story will take place at the end of the 4th episode (the prison level) of Sly 2 and the end of the 5th episode (Contessa's Castle)! Hopefully this will be a short, short story. So here we go…

Disclaimer: Sly and co. are owned by Sucker Punch and not me! But this story concept is mine though…

Blood Moon Thief

Chapter 1

Somewhere in Prague…

The rain fell in thin sheets and the air was damp. But the rain began to taper off and the clouds parted to reveal a glowing blood moon (meaning it was a deep orange). A shadowy figure could barely be seen making his way across the roofs. Sly darted from rooftop to rooftop sometimes leaping the gaps between. He had to stop every so often to wipe his sodden fur from his eyes. On one particular roof he spotted a guard with his back turned towards Sly. Sly started to sneak up behind the wolf to attack him but stopped dead in his tracks as the wolf turned around to face him. The guard's eyes were glowing a weird yellow and glazed over. But Sly could still see the wild almost near primal look in the guard's eyes that stuck instant fear in the otherwise fearless raccoon. Sly began to back away as the guard opened his mouth to reveal enlarged canines glistening with a thick coat of saliva that slowly oozed down the side of its mouth. Sly 's mind was screaming at him to run but his feet would not obey. His eyes were transfixed on the bestial sentinel coming at him. He was fighting off the urge scream as he spoke into his microphone.

"Hey Bentley…" sly gulped as he continued to backpedal, "how would you get rid of a crazed wolf guard?"

"That's a strange question," said Bentley. Meanwhile, the wolf had undergone a bone chilling transformation. The wolf's fur was a deep gray and his legs were gargantuan. The wolf had tripled in size and now stalked forward on all fours. The rags that were once the guard's uniform hung lifelessly from the beast's arms and legs. The creature charged forward and Sly smacked the guard away with his cane. He then had to jump backwards to avoid the creature's claws as it took a swipe at him.

"Bentley! I need that answer NOW!" shouted Sly. He barely dodged another attack and nearly fell off the roof. He was now teetering on the edge of the roof. If he took a swipe at the wolf the momentum would send him flying off the roof and onto the ground. The wolf would probably be on top of him before he could regain his composure. But he did not have the time to think anymore as the wolf charged at him again then Sly got an idea. The rags hanging off the beast's wrist… Sly stuck his cane in his mouth and barely had time to reach out and grasp the flailing cloth. As soon as he did he pulled himself onto the creature's arm and clung there. The wolf howled in frustration and began to swing its limb back and froth trying to throw Sly off. But Sly held on. Then wolf turned around and started banging the raccoon up against the wall of the adjacent tower stretching above the roof. Sly cried out as he hit the wall again and again. Finally calling out one last time,

"BENTLEY!" With one hard thrust the wolf finally knocked Sly off. Sly crumpled to the ground and then slowly tried to pick himself up as his cane clatter onto the roof titles beside him. He gasped as he watched the wolf rise up on its hind legs and howl…

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Bentley was shaken by his friend's shout. Sly was the cool one, always the cool one. He never seemed nervous about anything and he never shouted. But, right now Sly sounded almost desperate. Then there was the menacing howl in the background…

"Sly run! Murray and I will come out to see if we can help you out." said Bentley as he nodded to Murray…

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Sly grabbed his cane and scrambled to get out of the way of the falling monster with a scream. But he wasn't quick enough and the wolf landed on his leg. Sly screamed in pain as the bones in his leg broke. He was frantic and in pain as he cried,

"Bentley! Help! He's got me pinned! I need—aaaaggggrrrrhhhhh!" But he then screamed in pain as the wolf bit down on his leg…

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In safe house Bentley and Murray had begun to panic. They heard Sly's call for help but before they could reply there was another scream followed by an unsavory crunch. Then there was one final blood-curdling scream that sounded through Bentley's computer speakers and then there was only static. Bentley's heart was galloping as he raced back to his console and screamed into the microphone,

"Sly! Sly! Come in! Sly?!" Bentley stole a stricken glance at Murray before he grabbed his crossbow and headed outside…

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The wolf bit down harder on Sly's leg eliciting another cry from the injured raccoon. The wolf slung his head and tossed Sly from the roof and onto the bricked ground. Sly could only groan and weakly writhe in pain for a few moments. But he could not stay that way for long because all the noise from the confrontation between him and the monster had gotten the attention of the other sentries in the area and two, the wolf was trying to get off the roof to come after him. Sly weakly struggled to sit up and yelped in agony as his ribs started to burn and throb. But he pressed on and started to drag himself along the ground and into the shadow of another building. At the same time the guards had spotted the wolf and were trying to destroy it. As he lay against the wall breathing hard, his eyes fell on a puddle in the middle of the narrow path. At first, he thought it was just a rain puddle but then he noticed a trail leading away from the puddle. It looked as if someone had taken a paintbrush, dipped it in the puddle, and dragged it along the ground. But then Sly knew what it was… a small pool of his own blood. Sly risked a glance at his injured leg and instantly jerked back up straight with a moan. His leg was destroyed… the flesh was ripped in places and blood slowly poured from the wound in small rivers that would turn into drops as gravity pulled it to the ground. The tibia and fibula of his leg were completely snapped and protruding out of the tears in his flesh at odd angles. Sly was beginning to go numb on his right side. "Oh no… I'm going into shock… I have to try and get out of here while I still can…" Sly thought as he started to drag himself along the ground again. But he turned just in time to see the wolf barrel over the guards and come straight for him…

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At the same time, Bentley and Murray had reached the point of Sly's first encounter with the monster. Bentley had used the computer-tracking device to program Sly's last point of communication into his Binocucom. The building looked like it may have been a chapel at one time. Bentley called for Sly on the roof but got no response. So, he nodded to Murray who went up to scope out the area for trouble. There was no sound for a moment then a very quiet voice said,

"Bent… I think you should come up here…" curious as what had stolen his usually boisterous friend's voice, Bentley bounced on to the spider web with skill and on to the rooftop. There was blood everywhere and from the rooftop they could see the sanguinary carnage left behind by the lupine beast. There were pieces of bat wing and stray limbs skewed about and blood running off the rooftop. They could see the mutilated bodies of the guards below on the ground and the blood trail left behind by the injured Sly, unbeknownst to them. Bentley stood stunned by all the blood that was present. Then he noticed a piece of cloth near his foot and picked it up. It was a familiar shade of blue, the edges of it were stained a deep plum purple probably by the red blood of their friend… no their brother. Bentley had to swallow back tears as he thought of their short-lived reunion. He continued to survey the area searching for any sign that their brother still lived. Then he heard it. A meek voice was speaking on the other end but he could not make out what was being said.

"Sly is that you?" Bentley asked hopefully.

"Bentley…" Sly's voice began to die out.

"Hang on buddy, we're coming to get you." Bentley said…

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Sly slowly lowered his Binocucom from his eyes and let it drop to the ground too weak to hold it up any more. He was now laying on the unused railroad tracks, slowly bleeding to death. A little while before, the wolf had grabbed him up in his jaws by his arm and dragged his down to the railroad tracks over the water. He was about to devour Sly but Sly stuck his cane up and held the brute's mouth above his chest by sticking the weapon between the wolf's jaws and pushing against it. Sly's arms trembled with the strain as the wolf pushed down trying to get to Sly. His arms were about ready to give out when he heard two shots. All of sudden the wolf jerked back and a hellish scream tore from its throat. The wolf rolled off of Sly and began to violently writhe on the railroad tracks. The monster's thrashing caused the wolf to fall over the edge of the track and plummet into the icy clouded water below. Then Sly squinted as a bright light shone in his eyes. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he noticed that it was one of the Vulture guards that carried around the crossbows and flashlights. But he was not alone with him were two other wolves and a bat. Sly tried to sit up but pain shot throughout his entire body. He collapsed back to the wooden tracks with groan still clutching his cane. He heard one of the guards ask,

"What about this one?" The vulture just shrugged and said,

"Leave him… He is good as dead anyway. Look at him; he's going into shock. Probably can't even move…" All the other guards nodded in hesitant agreement. "Vy," said the bird pointing at the wolf guard closes to him, addressing the guard in Prague's native language of Prague called Czech, "stay here and look after this one." The wolf guard slinked up near Sly and looked him over.

"Proč? What do you want me to do?" asked the guard.

"I don't know how fast this disease manifests itself. So, stick around and if this one starts to show symptoms… well…" the bird eyed the mace the lupine grasped in his paw to express his point. The wolf guard nodded and spoke again,

"And if he doesn't start to show symptoms then what?" The fowl simply shrugged and stated,

"You can just wait for him to die or do both him and yourself a favor and pit him out of his misery." the vulture shrugged and shuffled away with a rustle of feathers. The wolf guard growled that the parting fowl's back then settled down to sleep. But that all happened about four minutes prior to Sly trying one last time to contact Bentley. He looked over beside him to see the wolf still asleep. Sly whimpered as he tried to pick himself up off of the ground but could not and collapsed with cry. He began to writhe and moan as pain flashed throughout his battered body. "I am gonna die here." thought Sly as felt his body growing heavier with each laborious breath. But when he was just about to give up when he heard a familiar sound, a tiny pitter-patter of feet. Then he heard a nasally voice shout,

"Sly!" Then before Sly knew it, two strong and gigantic hands were gently sitting him up as Bentley knocked out the nearby guard with a sleep dart. "Hey Murray do you think you can carry both Sly and this guy? I want to ask him some questions."

"Sure, Bentley… but we'd better hurry, Sly looks really, really bad…" answered Murray. As Murray gently laid Sly back down Sly had the audacity to joke saying,

"Sure, is that what you call this Murray? Really, really bad? Painful would have been my guess maybe even extremely painful!" Sly hissed as his ribs started to bother him again. Murray smiled slightly but that worried and pained expression quickly reappeared on his face when Sly hissed in pain. Murray quickly moved to where the guard was and picked him up and slung him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. Before coming back over to where Sly was and gently scooping him up like a baby in his massive arms. Sly could see Bentley from where he lay in Murray's arms. The turtle looked as if someone had just shot his puppy. He came next and spoke to Sly in a quiet voice,

"Hey pal, look after this, we'll take a long break, okay? Maybe go to the beach or something?" Sly nodded weakly before speaking,

"Sure, maybe go surfing or…" but his voice dropped off before he finished as he started to black out in Murray arms. The pain was slowly beginning to dull as he slowly lost his grip on consciousness. His vision went out of focus and then went black as Sly fell unconscious…

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Okay that's it! I am done! Review plz and I'll write more, bye!