Heyo! Second chapter for ya! Hope you like it! You get to see who Him is! More thrills chills and secrets revealed! Ooooohhhh~ Just saying their will be no pairings in this fanfic. Sorry ^^; Hope you enjoy this new installment! Read, review if you have any comments, questions, concerns. Also Favorite and/or Follow so you can keep up with the new thrilling chapters! Here is a quick character run down

Lutz: 2P!Germany
Daniel: 2P!Male!Hungary
Matt: 2P!Canada
Alfonse: 2P!America
Antonio: Spain
Francis: France

"You bastards need to pick on someone your own size!" He glared at the four guys sitting in the back of a pick-up truck.

one of the four guys smirked. He was pretty well built, purple eyes, scar over his left cheek and right arm. "Oh? You think? Well I know that doesn't mean you. Since you're just a runt. Like you can stand against one of us, let alone all four."

Lovino growled and clenched his fists and grit his teeth. "You're all a bunch of sick, weak bastards who like picking on those weaker then you because you didn't get enough ass whoopings when you were snot nosed brats!"

The same guy chuckled and got up hopping out of the truck and approaching him with his arms crossed, he narrowed his violet eyes and adjusted his hat, looking down at him. "Now now Italian, I would watch your mouth before it gets you into trouble."

Lovino puffs out his chest a little bit. "Shut up! You are the douchbag that needs to watch your mouth!"

He smirks and cracks his knuckles. "Oh you are pushing your luck, Italian. Now why don't you get out of here before you end up hurt."

Another one of the guys groaned and threw down his hand of cards. "Damn it! He's messing up my game!" This guy was big, had black hair in a pony tail, violet eyes, some scars over his face, and some stubble on his chin. It was hard to believe he was just a high school student and not a grown man. "Damn it Lutz! Can't you get rid of him already?!" He growled.

Another boy with auburn hair, some sunglasses perched on the top of his head, red eyes, and tan skin, laughed. "You just really suck at cards Daniel."

Daniel growls. "Shut up Alfonse! I will beat that smirk off your face."

The last of the four just say there smoking. He had blonde hair put in a pony tail and black sunglasses over his eyes. He had an emotionless look on his face as how blew out smoke from his mouth.

"Hey! Matt! Male sure to tap your ash OUTSIDE the back of my truck. I don't need her getting dirty." Daniel said to him.

He nodded. "I know." Is all he said he said before continuing to smoke.

Lutz rolled his eyes. "How about you all just calm the hell down."

Lovino clenched his fists. "You all a bunch of damn bastards. Just leave my brother alone!"

Lutz raised a brow looked back down at him. "Oh? Is that what this is all about? Well you shouldn't be talking to me about that. Daniel over there is the man you want. But I wouldn't suggest it. He's not very easy tempered as I am."

Lovi growled and pushed passed him and hopped up in the back of the truck and stood a few feet away from Daniel. "Hey! Bastard!"

Daniel blinks and sighs setting down his cards. "What." He spat at him with an irritated tone.

"You hit my brother...you gave him a fucking black eye and nearly broke his JAW!" He breathed hard and deep, gritting his teeth.

Daniel raised a brow. "Oh really? Well it's only because I went easy on him. Now can you go?"

He grit his teeth and glared harsher at him a dark look creeping into his eyes. "He. Has to eat...through a damn STRAW. Because of you."

He groans. "Do you want an apology or something? He shouldn't have been running his mouth! Calling me a damn bear man...I'm not a bear!"

"He was sticking UP for himself. You BASTARD!" Before anyone knew it he had tackled Daniel and punched him in the face, which actually hurt his hand a little bit, but he didn't care.

Their was a stunned silence int he air as Lovino breathed hard and glared at the Hungarian.

Daniel's eye twitched and he growled and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and brought him down so they were eye to eye. "Oh you just messed with the wroooong man, Italian."

Lutz rolled his eyes and cracked his knuckles and sighed. "I tried warming him. Looks like he needs a more physical lesson." He hopped back into the back oft he truck.

Before Lovino knew what happened he was surrounded. All four men glared at the Italian cracking their knuckles. Lovino gulped hard and growled.

"Bring it bastards!" He yelped slightly feeling the first punch on the back of his head.

He started groaning and moving around in his sleep. He jumped awake sitting up and panting. He groaned as he looked around, his vision starting to focus. "What the hell...?" He was lying on a bed with a blanket over him, he was also bandaged up and winced slightly as he moved to get up. "Where am I?" He looked around the room. A dresser, some pictures, a mirror on the wall. Nothing out of the ordinary. He got up and started to walk. He walked out the room and stopped, leaning against the wall smelling something good. He followed the scent all the way down the hall and stairs. He stopped when he saw the kitchen light on and heard someone singing.

Lovino gulped and peeked inside to see a curly haired Spaniard cooking and singing to some Spanish song. He suddenly stopped singing and turned down the radio looking back at him and smiling.

"Oh! You're awake! I'm glad you're up. I made you something to eat." He smiled.

"Wh-where the hell am I?! Wh-who the hell are you?!" He glared at him.

The man chuckled. "You're in my cabin. I found you in one of my traps. Sorry about that. So I took to my cabin, bandaged you and put you to rest in my guest room. You shouldn't be moving to much though. You're pretty hurt. What happened?"

Lovino was skeptical about this guy. Why the hell was he living out in the forest? "None of your business..."

"Well you can tell me when you're ready. My name is Antonio. You can stay here until the sun rises. I would suggest it."

He raised a brow and walked into the kitchen and crossed his arms. "What the hell is that suppose to mean? Why can't I go now?"

"Well unless you want to be chased by the werewolves again I suggest you stay indoors."

Lovino blinked and stared at Antonio. "WHA-WHAT?! WEREWOLVES?! I WAS BEING CHASED BY WOLVES NOT WEREWOLVES YOU IDIOT! THOSE DON'T EXIST!"

"Fusosososo~! That's everyone says. But you WERE chased by them though. Didn't see them though right? Just heard them?"

He growled and grit his teeth. "Yeah..."

Antonio smirked ever so lightly. "That's what I thought. Gilbert and his pack roam the forest. It's their territory."

Lovi rubbed his temples. This had to be a dream. Right? "Pffft. And what proof do you have that they ARE werewolves?"

Antonio chuckled. He figured he would ask for proof. "Alright. Come with me." He stood up and started walking to a door that was in the kitchen leading down to the basement.

Lovino blinked and sighed following him down and gripping the handrail so he doesn't fall.

Antonio pulled a string turning on a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Their were news paper clippings lining the walls of the basement, a table set in the middle of the floor, files scattered on the ground, a TV with a VCR and DVD player connected to it, and a shelf full of DVDs and tapes all labeled with a sharpie.

Lovino looked around dumbstruck. Was this Antonio guy crazy...? "What in hells name...?"

Antonio chuckled and glanced back at him. "It's sad I know. I've been hunting down this pack for awhile. It's a long story." He ran his finger over the table top with a sad smile plastered on his face. "Gilbert is his name. He was my friend a long time ago...:

Lovino blinked and tilted his head slightly. "What the hell happened to him?"

"You sure you want to hear the story? Like I said, it's long."

Lovino shrugged. Not like he could just leave or anything, and he was curious. "I have time."

Antonio took a deep breath. "It was a long time ago. About 8 years to be exact. Me, Gilbert, and our friend Francis were going on a camping trip. We were just teens at the time...16 years old. Freshman high school students..."

the sun was shining and school had just let out. The students ran out of the school. Then their was 3 who were laughing. One of them was Antonio of course, then their was a man with wavy blonde hair, some chin stubble and blue eyes, That was Francis. Then their was a white haired boy with red eyes, that was Gilbert.

"So amigos now that it's summer what plans are we making? We're going to be in high school when it's time for school! It's going to be buono!" Antonio chuckled.

"Kesesese~! Oh yeah, it's going to be totally AWESOME! We are going to show that high school what awesome really is. Then when we're seniors we'll be like KINGS!" Gilbert grinned and laughed.

"Now now Gilbert, calm down. That's years away. First lets just enjoy our summer and talk about being Freshmen later, oui?" Francis put his arm over his shoulder.

Gilbert cackled and nodded. "Ja ja. I guess we can. So what's the first awesome thing we should do?"

Antonio tapped his chin. "Well didn't we agree to go on a camping trip when we got out of school?"

Gilbert fist pumped. "Oh yeah! That was our AWESOME plan! We should go and get packing!"

Antonio laughed. "Si amigo. Lets go!"

Francis smiled. "Just as long as we don't go to far out into the woods."

"That's what we did. We each went home, packed our bags and took Francis's car out to the woods. We didn't go to deep though. About a good 10 miles." Antonio looked down at his finger drawing small circles on the table.

"So was it like a full moon that night or something?" Lovino leaned against the wall listening to the story. They all seemed like great friends. Hard to believe one of them is a vicious killer.

Antonio chuckled halfheartedly. "Werewolves can shift whenever they want. Day, night, full moon, new moon. Some don't even change back into their human form. Those are the ones who lose their sanity and become the raging beat they are on the inside. It's a bit sad really. No one wants to become a rabid beast, but it happens."

Lovino looked down and clenched his fist. "Are you trying to say I should feel sorry for those crazy bastards or something?"

Antonio glanced at him and shook his head. "You can feel however you want to feel. I was rambling a bit. Lo siento. Anyway. We spent the day setting up camp, fishing, goofing around, enjoying life really."

The three sat on some logs, as they were roasting marshmallows over the open fire they started.

"Today was a pretty awesome day." Gilbert smiled.

Antonio nodded. "Si. The best of many to come!"

"Oui! To the best of friends!" Francis put his marshmallow on his cracker with the chocolate on it making a s'more.

The other two did the same. They enjoyed their sweet treats. The forest was quiet. Until their was a snap.

Antonio blinked. "Did you guys hear that?"

"Probably just a rabbit or deer or something." Gilbert stuffed the rest of his s'more in his mouth.

"Okaaaay. But it doesn't seem like any other animals are around. Maybe something scared them off...what if that something is here!" Antonio panicked a bit.

Francis sighed and pat his head. "Now now Toni. Don't be so paranoid. They're probably asleep or something."

Antonio raised a brow. "Asleep? All of them? Are you sure amigo?"

Gilbert waved his hand. "Calm down Toni. You're over thinking this to much."

Toni chuckled. "Well. I guess you two have a point. Maybe I am."

The three shared a laugh. They talked for a good few hours. It was well past midnight when the three decided to to head to bed in their shared tent. They were in a deep sleep when their was movement in the bushes. Glowing yellow eyes stared at the tent as a growl was emitted. Then some heavy footsteps grew closer. The werewolf flicked its ears slightly and sniffed the air. It got down on all fours reaching its snout out to the tent and growled. The three stirred slightly in their tent. The werewolf raised its huge claws and ripped the tent open with ease.

Antonio groaned feeling the night breeze. He snapped his eyes open and looked at the huge beast standing not even an inch away from what use to be their tent. He gulped hard and started shaking. "Gu-guys...a-amigos! Wa-wake up...now!"

Gilbert groaned as he rubbed his eyes and sat up. "What's the matter...? And why is it so co-HOLY FUCK! WHAT THE HELL?!" He stared at the werewolf and scrambled out of his sleeping bag.

Francis sat up quick and screamed.

"But after that...I don't remember what happened next...all I remember was waking up in the hospital the next day in a lot of pain. I had claw marks over my chest, stomach, and back. The doctor told me Francis had died...and said Gilbert was...well gone." He lifted up his shirt and showed him the scars.

Lovino cringed slightly. "Da-damn...what the hell...am I suppose to do now...?"

Antonio chuckled and ruffled his hair. "Now don't worry mi amigo. I am going out to deal with these werewolves once and for all. They've caused to much trouble and to many innocent lives have been taken."

Lovino stared at him and shook his head. "What?! You plan on taking on all THREE of them?! You're going to get yourself KILLED dumbass!"

Antonio looked up and kept his smile. "Maybe...but I've been doing this for awhile. If I can at least take one down one I'll consider that a win. Now while I'm gone I want you to stay. Here. Inside. It's safer that way. Also don't let anyone in. No matter WHAT they say. It will most likely be one of the wolves. Remember, they can change when they please. Understand?"

Lovino grit his teeth and nodded. "I-I guess...just be safe asshole...I may have only met you...but you DID save my life and patched me up...so just be safe..." He crossed his arms and looked away.

"Fusosososo! I promise to be very careful! Now you just stay inside." Antonio headed back upstairs and grabbed his rifle that was next to the door. He loaded the gun with silver bullets and put some extra in his pocket before opening the door and heading out.

Lovino looked around at the different news clippings. '2 Boys almost mauled to death, and one found dead.'He squinted and looked closer and looked at the picture of the two boys on the gurneys. One looked like Antonio, but younger. The other...well he had messy looking hair. But that's all Lovino could make out of the black and white photo. 'Strange animal attacking campers.' 'Animal population decreasing rapidly.' 'Huge wolf sightings reported.'

These were just a few headlines he saw. He sighed and went back upstairs and sat down on the couch, bringing his knees up to his chest. He jumped slightly as he heard gunshots and howling. They sounded so close. He closed his eyes and tried his best to keep his mind off of the battle going on not to far away from the cabin.

Back outside, not to far from his home, Antonio had his gun raised as he glanced around the moving figured circling him from the bushes. "I will give you one more chance Gilbert! Take your back AWAY from here, or go back to eating animals! Leave the humans alone!"

Gilbert growled and howled. The moving stopped and the three werewolves came out of the bushes and approached the Spaniard.

Antonio lowered his gun a little bit. "So? What's your answer?"

Gilbert snorted and stood up on his hind legs, towering over the Spaniard. 'You ask this all the time Toni. Sorry but I can't take you up on the offer. This is our home.' He growled lightly and lowered his ears.

Antonio sighed. "Alright Gilbert. I'm sorry...I'm sorry it has to come to this."

Gilbert snorted and raised big claws and brought them down. Antonio quickly moved out of the way and fired his gun. Gilbert got down on all fours narrowly missing the bullet. He roars, then Henry and Alfred sprang forward. Antonio took a few steps back and fired a few shots, only getting small grazes on the two wolves.

Gilbert watched and started to step back into the bushes. He took off into another direction.

Lovino had drifted off to sleep and snored lightly. He groaned and sat up slightly as he heard knocking. It grew louder as he started to come out of his deep sleep.

"Help! Open up! Someone! Anyone!?" The banging was persistent and panic like.

Lovino groaned and was about it open it without much thought but stopped as Antonio's words echoed in his mind. 'don't let anyone in. No matter WHAT they say.'

The pounding and pleading kept coming. Whoever was outside sounded scared.

Lovino grit his teeth. "Go the hell away!"

The banging stopped. "Please! The-they're after me! I'm...not sure how much time I have until they find me!"

The Italian rubbed his head. Should he let this person in or not? Could it be a werewolf...? "I-I can't! Just go away damn it!"

"PLEASE! I-I think I hear them...oh god...I'm not ready to die yet!" Then their was some sobbing and a howl that sounded close. "Please..."

Lovino clenched his fists and grabbed the door handle swinging open the door and pulling the man inside before slamming it shut and locking it. "Da-damn it..."

The man rubbed his head. His hair was white and eyes red. His clothes were torn and tattered. "Thank you."

Lovino looked at him. "Damn it...don't mention it..." He stared at the man. Something seemed familiar about him but he couldn't put his finger on it.

The man stood up and dusted himself off. "You saved my life! That wolf would have gotten me for sure." He took Lovino's hand into his and shook it. "Nice to meet you. Mind if I get your name?" He smiled.

Lovino rubbed the back of his head. "Uh...it's Lovino..." He got a weird vibe from this guy but he didn't know why. "What's your name...?"

The man chuckled lightly. "My name is Gilbert. Nice to meet you."

Lovino's eyes went wide at the name. He stared up at him. 'Shit.' He thought to himself. He really messed up this time.