For this chapter I think everyone should turn the settings on this to dark. This story will have gore in it, so, viewer discretion is advised. I do not own any characters' from the Wolves of Mercy Falls Trilogy. Enjoy.


A New World


Oh God. Where am I?

All of my senses are distorted, fuzzy, and indistinct. I groan in pain as I spit out a tooth; luckily not a very valuable incisor. While I spit I blink in frustration as I recognize that the sunlight coming from above is overpowering. As my senses slowly realize that all of my muscles are shredded and infected from multiple transformations, I finally yowl in pure pain. As I gasp for breath, I feel myself tense in the face and bite back a yowl of torture and misery.

Whoever my adversary is, I will not let them prevail in this battle. I will not give in.

After my yowls I grasp that I am lying on my abdomen; both arms are fixed in shackles twisting in the opposite directions over my back; left to right and right to left. My feet are chained as well, but are locked in manacles that have a weighty and extensive succession coming up from the ends. They lead up to an intricate looking circle that is lost inside the darks of a tree behind me.

Pausing I close my eyes and let my more, Supernatural, senses take over. As I reach into the tree I see a network of Pullies, Clockworks, and Nuts or Bolts.

Nothing I couldn't have come up with myself.

I snort and flinch as my senses vision becomes spiked and I have to pull out. I have to assume now, that inside that tree there is an automatic control of which, it decides to drag me back to the tree; my arms would then become ripped away from body. That would only become realized if it were going fast enough.

Dear God, don't let this trap take my life. I have to make it to Mercy Falls.

After my short prayer, I close my eyes again and think of some tests that will get the machine to explode and my captor to come out. Thinking of one, my eyes snap open and I struggle to get into a sitting position. In the end I look like a frog. I had struggled to pull my knees up to my chest and was soon disappointed in what I find.

As I contract, the chains on my legs' pulls and my arms are stretched with such wildness and momentum, I whimper as I feel my biceps rip under my flesh.

Great, now I have internal bleeding to become troubled over as well.


I see there is no pleasing end in this pulley system and grunt in dissatisfaction. I decide to hum a little to myself as a means of pass-time. In a matter of moments after I begin I feel a sharp pang around where my right liver is and start to feel my eyes droop.

A narcotic… Crap. Whoever I'm up against truly wants me in subconscious for their experiments. I anticipate they arouse me for the after effect at least…

I try and fight the drug but fail miserably. I growl softly and close my eyes. I feel everything around me with a simple inhale through my nostrils. I reach out my senses again and just as I reach outside of the forest the sedative had finally caught up to me; as the drug worked It's way through my body I huffed agitatedly, then begin to relax all of my muscles.

I decided that for this one time, I would have the sense of letting the warmth of the subconscious state of mind, overwhelm me.


Dream Realm


As I entered into a peaceful sleep I was startled as I entered a dark and mist-filled forest. I growled loudly and deep-throated. I stood still for a moment and sniffed the air. I blinked in suprise when I got the scent of a sweet smelling perfume. It had the scent of a rare flower, so I couldn't place a name to it. I was suspicious and swapped pelts at an abnormally quick speed.

Shifting too quickly, I coughed up about a pint of blood. I had guessed that it had made up for the insane amount of agony I would have been forced to go through instead. As I stumbled to my paws I noticed that everything was drenched in a deep black and purple spiked essence.

Damn, I feel like I'm in Zelda, Twilight Princess Edition, of course.

I had always thought that in a dream there was going to only be the sound of an soft, sweet, voice telling me one thing as I lifted my nose to the sky.

Run...Run...Run...Run...Ru...n...run...

As I listened I heard a loud howl. It was a cross of an White Wolf and an Purebred Mastiff.

Ah crap. Looks like hell is breaking loose tonight.

As I listened to the voice, I took it's advice and as I ran I felt that there was also something more in her words... At the pit of my stomach that I had never experienced before... Hopefully, one that I will never have to...

Desperation...


I woke up into my own dream, yet again. And now that I did, the same thing kept happening.

Over,

and over,

and over again.

I prayed throughout it all that the sedative would finally, wear off.


I will now introduce something new to my story.

New Theme: Extra's

- From Section Six:
My Wolf's Pelt: Flint black pelt with a few golden streaks in my tail, mane, face, and every tip of flipped fur overall. My paws are a delicate snowy white and as well as my muzzle a flecks like snow along my torso. My eyes are the same as my own in human form. My face is also just as shadowed.

- From Section Seven:
Extra's are at the end of every Chapter, Part, Section, Etc. I will put up lots of information as requested from fans of this FanFiction.

Well, that's the end of Chapter One. I hope you all enjoyed it and I hope that I have a few reviews for this story. If I do not, that is fine as well. I wish to continue this story; until next time.

~Arrra