Look who's back! And in the mood for making yet another Alpha And Omega fanfic! But it should be well noted that instead of having it contain a spoof, spin-off and/or parody of a Disney movie song, I'm making the story longer, and the tone considerably darker, this time around. It is a far more serious and frightening fic than my previous Alpha And Omega stories, and why that is I will now tell you. You see, in this story, which takes place four weeks after the events of Alpha And Omega, things go the usual way for our favorite wolves…until a villainous bastard who goes by the name of The Wolf Whacker appears! As his name suggests, he is a heartless, immoral and unscrupulous wolf killer, and has been for years. These wolves are just his latest of targets, and make no mistake, he's going to take his time with them and fulfill his sadistic side before turning them to his trophies. At least, that's what'll happen if the pack can't shut him down and put a stop to him. And it will be a difficult goal to achieve, even if not impossible. So, can they possibly survive this new threat, much less triumph over it? Let's find out in this three chapter tale.

With the exception of The Wolf Whacker, this story's villain who I created, I own none of the characters, who all belong to the Alpha And Omega franchise and to Lionsgate studios as such.

The Wolf Whacker

Chapter 1-Arson Assault

Although the day had started out nicely and normally enough, with every wolf living on the Jasper Park mountain doing their usual shit, it was by dusk that things would take a turn for the worse. Just as Winston was saying to the pack: "All right, everyone, it's going to be a full moon tonight, and we all know what that means." with Humphrey replying: "Oh, yeah! The one and only moonlight howl!" Tony was suddenly picking up an unfamiliar and unpleasant scent, a fact he signaled everyone to. "Wait!" he cried out. Everyone looked at him. He then said: "For some reason, I can smell toxic gas…mixed with blood?" And no sooner did he say that than did, in a flash of smoke and gases, a very nasty looking and macabre figure appear in front of the big pack. "And that reason is me!" said the figure. At first, the wolves could not quite make out what they were seeing, but when he came closer, they could tell all too clearly what they saw.

He was a six foot, six inch man with a somewhat sleek yet rather muscular body. He wore a pair of wolf skin boots, with a wolf fang on each end of both, serving as a toe point and a heel point, pants which could be described as black trousers, a wolf skin belt which had a buckle in the shape and color of a golden pentagram, plus two wolf fangs to serve as devil horns, along with wolf fang belt loops, a dark grey top, the long sleeves and sides of which were concealed by the very long, almost cape-like wolf skin coat that he was wearing, and he was wearing wolf skin gloves on his hands, as well, which had a wolf tooth on each knuckle of both gloves. He had with him weapons consisting of bayonets on his forearms, a shotgun and a flame thrower, both guns strapped to his back and a pair of gatling guns on his shoulders, along with, all stored on his belt, throwing knives, gas pellets, darts tipped with a mixture of poison and poisoned wolf blood, two long machetes and a barbed whip. Furthermore, he was wearing a ghoulish looking, nasty and all around off-putting mask which was dark grey in color and reminiscent of a crypt keeper mask combined with a goblin mask. And the eyes were orange with no pupils at all, while the mouth had a set of sharp teeth and the nose was pointed, as well, and so were the ears. What's more, not only was this mask obviously off putting, but the orange eyes were capable of shooting powerful black lasers, while the mouth could emit ear splitting sonics, the ears could fire small circular saw blades which could grow in size, fly fast and grind and spin with the force and cutting power of a chainsaw and the nose could turn into a giant, long drill powerful enough to drill through solid granite, much less the flesh of a wolf. And, to make it a perfect fit for how blatantly evil and dangerous this menace was, his voice was deep, dark and low in a scary, bone chilling and off putting way. The wolves learned this well when they heard him speak for the first time just now, and also now learned just what he looked like, which caused the hairs on their backs to stand up, and for good reason.

The villain in front of the pack would then introduce himself: "I say. You all look afraid. I don't blame any of you, either. I am quite frightening, especially to wolves. As I'm intending you to be my latest of victims, I suppose it's only proper you know the one who's going to kill you. I am The Wolf Whacker. For years I have been the numero uno wolf killer in all of planet Earth, feared and loathed by not only wolves, but by all other creatures and this world's humans, as well. I love every second of it, and what I love even more is the pain I inflict on the wolves I kill, the life I drain from them along with the blood, the way I wear their skins and teeth to add insult to injury and leave the rest of them to rot, and, of course, the distress and upset this surely causes all humans who like or love wolves, be they children, teenagers or adults. But best of all is that I easily hold the record for most wolves killed of any hunter, for I am, believe it or not, a centuries old villain, and started my invariably successful wolf slaughtering sprees almost at the very beginning of my life. To this day, I have yet to be caught, as I am able to escape without a problem long before anyone can investigate the aftermath of my wolf massacres, and although wolves are my primary targets, I have no qualms about killing other animals and/or humans, and especially if they try to stop me. In fact, I've done so plenty of times. Though not nearly as many times as I've killed wolves. I'm always at least four steps ahead of those who wish to catch and stop me, and of those who I intend as my victims. No one can beat me. No one can stop me. No one can catch me. And no one can escape me. You're all going to be the newest clutch of wolves I whack, and don't think I won't make it as much of a living hell as possible for all of you."

All of the wolves were taken aback at what they heard, but none of them would flee or back down, for they knew this was a major threat to both them, their home and all living and breathing that wasn't tainted with evil. "Well, we're about to fucking see to it that your wolf whacking days are over, asshole!" Tony barked. "Yeah! Before you have a chance to pull any of your shit on us, motherfucker," growled Garth, "we're all gonna pull your sorry ass the fuck to pieces!" "Like hell you are, howler has-been canine chumps!" Wolf Whacker replied. "Time to get me a whole new bag of trophies!" The united packs quickly formed a circle around him and closed in close as quickly as possible, to which Wolf Whacker said: "Ah, so you're trying to see to it I can't move about much and I'll have to attack you all at once instead of picking you off one by one, eh? Not a bad strategy…" They ran at him, fangs and claws ready to slash and cut at the bastard, but he took out his barbed whip and lashed it about with one hand while grabbing and tossing his throwing knives everywhere with the other, and additionally, he made the giant twin gatling guns on his shoulders fire away, which meant the wolves attacking him had to ,as fast as they could, scatter and dodge by any means necessary. As this happened, he finished his sentence with: "…BUT NOT GOOD ENOUGH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Though they all managed to avoid his bullets and throwing knives at first, his barbed whip saw to it that Reba and Janice got lashed open(albeit not fatally or permanently, but still). Additionally, when they predictably yowled in pain and bled from this lashing, they were also unable not to stumble due to the damage and shock of it, and by chance, it was at a time when they had been dodging so they ended up in the same place as Shakey and Mooch when they'd been dodging. As a result, they crashed into Shakey and Mooch, and all four fell over. And the problem they were facing went from bad to worse when some of the knives he'd tossed swiftly and sharply bounced off some of the rocks of the mountain and cut the faces and sides of the two male omegas almost the same way that the whip had cut the backs and sides of the two female vegetarian omegas. "Aha! Just nailed four of you in as many seconds!" Wolf Whacker let loose. "And now it's time for the next bunch…" He tossed about some gas pellets while continuing to fire his shoulder mounted gatling guns.

He was even more successful this time, unfortunately. Besides how his gas pellets landed on the ground and exploded in front of Humphrey and Eve, making it so that they were unable to hold their breath in time due to how sudden and close it was, the gas from said pellets proved the purpose of Wolf Whacker having them when, after a series of coughing and gasping sequences, Eve and Humphrey blacked out. Neither was dead, but both would be out cold for some time. In addition to that, Wolf Whacker was making sure that the bullets from his gatling guns went in all directions, and while most of those bullets were dodged, two wolves were not so lucky. Here, I'll be more specific…not only did Tony get hit by some bullets in his bad shoulder disc, causing an incredible amount of excruciating pain and nasty damage to him(ironically after he'd pushed the wolf nearest him at the time, Lilly, out of the way so that she would not get hit by the bullets, and thus it was a classic example of that phrase "no good deed goes unpunished")but as he fell down and screamed in pain, Lilly tried to run back and aid him, only for, ironically enough, newer shot attacks from those shoulder guns to nail her in the legs.

She fell right next to Tony, and although neither was dying, both were hurt bad. And to add insult to injury(literally), Wolf Whacker said: "Such rich irony we've got there! The old fart does all he can to save the cute bitch, and gets nailed for it, only for said cute bitch to try to come to his aid and get nailed for that, as well! It's a win/win situation for me and a lose/lose situation for you! Not that I'd have it any other way! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Getting even nastier, Wolf Whacker made his next move by stopping with the shoulder gatling gunfire, and putting his whip away, only to take out his shotgun. "Time to plug you puppies a good one, one by one!" he said, and Garth exclaimed: "Holy shit! We have to scatter! He's got to be a crack shot expert with that thing!" And Garth's words proved to be quite astute, as when the wolves who weren't down yet scattered and did all they could to keep dodging while looking for a way to attack and avoid getting hit, Wolf Whacker was still able to shoot Salty and Candy in the ass(though both managed to swerve and evade enough so it was a non-fatal wound, albeit just in time)and, when Hutch and Sweets jumped on him and clawed and bit at him as fast and as hard as they could when they saw an opportunity to run in and do that, he let out: "YOOOWW! More determined than I expected, I see. But no matter…"

Following this, he smacked Hutch in the skull with the butt of his shotgun before doing the same thing to Sweets, knocking them both unconscious. Then he finished his sentence with: "…for I know the perfect way to make you two hardheads butt out! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" Then he put his shotgun away and stated: "I'm getting tired of using firearms, though, so now I think I'll bring out the blades!" He now made the bayonets on his forearms come out and also drew his two machetes, holding one in each of his hands. "Who's ready to get their life cut short, you mangy mutts?" Right now, only Winston, Garth, Kate, Can-Do, Scar and Claw remained. All of them knew they had to be ready for anything, but although they managed to just barely dodge his first swipes of machetes, he spun around and swung those machetes so that Scar got a bad, well, scar, on his side and over some of his back and Can-Do was cut across his front legs and left shoulder. Both were hurt dreadfully and bleeding, and while neither one of them was a goner, it wasn't hard to understand why they went down like a ton of bricks.

"Only three more of you fleabag fuckholes to go…" Wolf Whacker stated before he put his machetes away and switched to using his bayonets. "Everyone stay close…it's gone from hard to near impossible just now…" Winston told Kate, Garth and Claw. "Way to state the only too fucking obvious, dipshit," Wolf Whacker sneered, "though I'd drop the 'near' in that last bit of sentence if I were you, if you know what I mean…" Subsequently charging at them, he used his bayonets by means of up and down slicing action as well as side to side dicing action. And, in spite of the full effort put into dodging and attacking by the four wolves, he was still able to see to it that Claw and Winston were given a horrendous wound down the belly each, although both were able to evade enough of it so that it wouldn't prove lethal, but they still fell on their backs and were writhing, bleeding and clearly hurt bad and in a great deal of pain. "Okay, young alpha bastard and bitch…" Wolf Whacker told Garth and Kate as he sheathed his bayonets, only to let loose the ebony laser beams from his mask's eyes.

The two of them jumped to opposite sides so that the beams wouldn't hit them directly, but the impact made from the beams hitting the ground knocked them both into a wall of rock each, causing them to go: "UUUNNNNGGHHHHH!" in unison. "Ah, how convenient. If my beams don't nail you directly, they see you directly nailed by your own home mountain!" Wolf Whacker boasted. "Oh, and for your information, the only reasons you are all still alive is that I was only toying with you, and because I needed you all alive for what is to come next, as well as for what you're about to see happen to your home! What is to come next, you'll soon know, but what is to happen to your home, you'll see right now!" Firing circular saw blades from the ears of his mask, he magnified them so that, once they landed next to Garth and Kate, one for each of them, they'd grown big enough to cut Garth across the side and Kate up some of her belly, and had also landed in a spot near them which would see to it that they stayed trapped. Subsequently, Wolf Whacker took out his flame thrower and blasted the entire Jasper Park mountain where the wolves he'd just taken down singlehandedly lived. He didn't stop until every inch of it, save for the area of ground he and his defeated, even if still alive, victims were on.

After this, he put away his flame thrower, ran and grabbed up the out cold Humphrey and Eve as well as the injured and weakened Lilly and Tony, and, after he had all four slung over his back, none of them able to put up much of a struggle or resistance due to the states they were in at this moment, he made the nose of his mask turn to a gigantic drill which bore a huge hole in the ground he was standing on. He also used the sonic scream of his mask's mouth to make what was already the start of a tunnel become a full one. Finally, he threw some gas pellets to cloud himself from view and jumped into the tunnel he'd made while going: "If you wolves survive this, then know well you won't survive what happens next of all, and especially with how much it'll torture you from the inside out before it kills you along with me! But if you're all killed by the wildfire I just fucking set for you, so more the better and enjoy the funeral, pooches! Either way, I win, of course, and don't think you'd still be alive now if I didn't want to make you suffer before you died! That's why I left you living and helpless…so your lives could end as hell on Earth before I sent your sorry alpha, beta and omega asses to the original underworld hell! HA, HA, HA, HA, HA! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Once he'd disappeared and the gas had vanished, all of the injured wolves who were not currently unconscious who were left there could only watch in horror as they saw flames galore engulf their mountain home. The fire was spreading rapidly in and out of their dens and all the way around, also going down towards where the wounded, agonized wolves were in every one of the possible directions that it could go. Was this the end for these wolves? Would they survive? And if so, where had Humphrey, Eve, Tony and Lilly been taken, and how would these wolves find them and Wolf Whacker, assuming they even lived through this hell-on-earth inferno? We will find out in the next chapter, as this makes for quite the perfect cliffhanger.

TO BE CONTINUED…

So, how did you like the first of these three chapters? Please rate and review, everyone!