Sid opened his eyes weakly.
"Hey Sid, you okay? What happened?"
He looked up to see Diego's concerned face. "I-I'm fine…just got attacked, is all…" He got up dizzily.
Diego steadied him with his shoulder. "Well, you seem alright. Lots of dried blood, but not too badly torn."
Sid felt his throat, and sure enough, he found to his shock that it was already partially healed. Wait, didn't werewolves heal in less than twenty-four hours?
Shaking the thought out of his head, the sloth followed his saber friend back to the herd. Ellie turned to see him and gasped. "Sid! Your neck!"
"It's fine.."
As the herd gathered around and asked many questions, Sid stared past them to see Buck. The weasel had this strange look on his face.
Did he know?
…
Midnight:
Sid snored away, curled up on his little rock.
"Psst! Hey sloth!"
Sleepily, he woke up to find Buck staring at him. He groaned. "Lemme alone…"
"Can't do that buddy. It's full moon tonight, you know that?"
Sid glanced up. Buck was right. A full moon stared down at the weasel and the sloth.
Buck took the sloth by the hand and led him away from the herd.
"Where are we going?"
"Away."
"What for?"
Buck didn't answer him, but Sid figured it had something to do with the werewolf attack. They came to a small clearing, and Buck led him to a tree.
"Stay still. It's for your own good."
Sid's eyes widened as the weasel tied him to the tree. "What are you doing?!"
"You were bitten by a werewolf, and those who are bitten become one."
Dread filled the sloth. Of course! How could he have been so oblivious?!
Once tied, Buck looked him in the face. "I've got to get going. I'll untie you in the morning."
"O-okay…"
The weasel left, and not a moment too soon!
Sid immediately felt the changing of his innards and his bones. His herbivore sloth teeth changed to the sharp teeth of the howler of the night. He got bigger too (good thing Buck didn't tie him up too tightly). His yellow-green pelt turned a menacing grey, and his protruding eyes sank into his skull and took the form of golden wolf eyes. The killing brain of the werewolf shoved his sloth brain aside, leaving his body helpless to the wishes of the beast.
The werewolf raised it's head and howled, the sloth's mind shoved into the dark oblivion of the beast's control.
…
Buck raised his head as the howl filled the air. Too bad he's gonna be living this way for the rest of his life…
But the one advantage was that Buck could teach Sid to control himself….when the time came….
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Sorry for the lag of updating…..you know…..Writer's Block.. DX
And I know I'm not updating the fanfics you guys want updated, but this is just what came to my head for this fanfic, ok? Sorry. :)
By the way, if anyone here has seen the movie "Independence Day" (about an alien invasion) feel free to read my fanfic "Blood Brothers"! :D It's got no reviews yet, so be the first! XD