Say hello to my crack fic. I had a weird dream and this was the result. Pardon my dreams, they usually don't make sense. I dreamt about the end of the world the other night and that involved a mutant dinosaur, the Transformers and Batman.
Max Archer comes from the Florida werewolf pack or something. I really don't know.
It's been a month since that night of the sacrifice. It was the night Matt shot Tyler in the spine and incapacitated him for a month and then broke my heart. I spent the month nursing Tyler back to health, being his Florence Nightingale.
I make a joke about this like a glimpse into the future when were both old fools and left to take care of each other.
Tyler rolls his eyes and says sarcastically, "Ha-ha, very funny."
I just shrug and continue laughing until he rolls his eyes again at my immaturity.
Then all of a sudden, he looks at the door and I just barely turned my head to see what's the matter when twelve guys enter along with Matt.
I'm confused at what's going on when they haul Tyler to his feet and drag him outside. I follow, no one stopping me.
"Max, what the fuck?" Tyler hissed out at the leader of the group, he's tall the same height as Matt with dark hair and wolf green eyes. 'Max' just smiled at him cruelly before whipping out a syringe and plunging it in Tyler's arms making him start hissing in pain.
Wolfsbane- I realized- Tyler's one weakness.
Max turns to me and pulls me forward until I'm secured in his arms, I struggle but he holds on tighter. He smiles cockily at Tyler as he moves closer to me and licks my neck. I shudder and pure fury reflects in Tyler's eyes despite his green face. "What are you gonna do, Lockwood? I have your girl."
"I'm going to kill you, Archer!" He's once again restrained but most of his strength is drained away by the wolfsbane so it's not as difficult anymore.
"I have an idea: how about you fight for her?" Max says and I'm able to get loose from his grip enough to backhand him. His eyes widen in shock and blood wells up on the side of his mouth. Anger quickly replaces his shock and his hand raises to hit me but Matt stops him, pushing me away for 'Tommy' to restrain.
Max looks annoyed but sick delight replaces it soon. "And better yet, you'll fight Matt for her."
Tyler looks like he wants to do anything but and says so. "You're insane, Archer, why are you doing this?"
"Because I hate your guts," Max states like it's the most obvious thing ever. "Duh."
I really wanted to hit him again but I'm held back tighter.
Max pushes Matt forward and says, "Fight!"
His friends then free Tyler and step back, Tyler's face looking more ashen then before.
"And by the way, don't worry about it being a fair fight because Matty here's now one of us." Max said as a matter of fact. "So don't hold back, Ty."
He turned Matt into a werewolf?
I barely processed the thought before Matt's throwing punches at Tyler who is barely able to dodge them. The first hit has a sickening crunch that makes my stomach drop. Tyler's nose starts welling up and he hits back. Then they're just both punching each other, the senseless violence making me sick.
Tyler hits him and Matt retaliates but kicking him in the gut. They both fall to the ground as Matt charges and then they're on the floor, each vying for control with more punches that make me want to close my eyes from the blood.
"This is taking way too long," Max mutters before he goes forward and pushes Matt off Tyler. Then he moves forward and breaks Tyler's neck.
I screamed.