Me: Sorry it took so long! I got grounded... T.T
Near: … Why?
Me: I left a sock on the floor.
Near: … Who grounds a kid for that?
Me: That's exactly what I said! My parents are cruel... and unusual... *cries in misery*
Near: There, there... it's okay...
Wolf: You're both idiots.
Me: Oh, there you are, Wolf. I wondered where you went. :3
Wolf: What are you talking about? You just hadn't written me in yet!
Me: Oh...
Wolf: Never mind... let's just get on with the story...
Me & Near: Okie dokie! :3
Wolf: Okay... ummm... WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE WITH NEAR?
Near: What? I can be happy sometimes...
Me: Enough! It's time to continue the story!
Wolf: Yeah...
Wolf stared out the window, a sick sensation growing in her stomach. It was the night of the full moon.
"Wolf?" Near asked, looking up at her. "You okay? You look nervous."
"Hm? Oh, yeah. Just remembered, it's full moon tonight, isn't it?"
"Yeah... is that important?"
"Nah... just thinking... my father died... on a night like this..."
Near blinked. "Oh... I'm sorry..."
Wolf looked at Near, her best friend, and remembered the night one month ago.
Wendi Moone looked out the window, dreading the time when the moon rose.
A man walked in. He had messy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.
Wendi used to have brown eyes.
"Wendi?" the man said. "It's tonight isn't it?"
Wendi just kept looking out the window. When she looked back at him, there were tears in her eyes. "... Daddy? Why does this have to happen to me...? Why me?"
John Moone knelt down and pulled his daughter into a hug. "I don't really know, hon. But I do know it's not your fault. You can't keep blaming yourself." He tousled her hair and took her hand. "Come on. You have to get to the woods. I love you Puppy, but it's kind of annoying when you break the house."
Wendi laughed and once more looked out the window. The moon was actually rather high already, but it was a cloudy night. Going to woods was a precaution; the moon could be revealed at any time.
And they were halfway to the forest when it was.
Wendi stiffened. No. No no no no no. Not now. Not here.
Not with her father standing less than a foot away.
"Urggh... n-no... no..."
John started to back away, his eyes going wide.
Wendi started shaking, and fell to the ground on all fours. She felt a prickling sensation as fur pushed through her skin. She felt her teeth elongate, and her ears grew pointy.
It didn't exactly hurt, like in the movies, but it wasn't comfortable. Soon Wendi was on the ground, a large brown and gray wolf.
And the werewolf howled.
The beast stalked toward the man backing slowly away.
No! Wendi thought. No no no! This can't be happening!
Wendi strained, trying to use every part of her brain to gain control of her body. She tried with all she had to stop her paws from moving forward.
But it was useless. The wolf's instincts were in complete control.
And the number one instinct: kill.
And the wolf pounced.
NO! NO NO NO!
"W-Wendi..." her daddy whispered. "Wendi..."
The wolf's claws raked across his chest. He screamed.
Wendi was still fighting, fighting with everything she had to stop.
"Wen... di..." her father gasped.
Big, hot tears fell from her eyes.
Forgive me, Daddy... please... forgive me... and her mind blacked out.
When she awoke, she was human again. She pushed herself up. And saw what she was lying on.
Oh no. Oh no no no no no.
"D-D-Daddy...?"
Below her, John Moone's body was a bloody mess. Wendi stared at her hands on his chest. They were covered in blood.
"Oh no... oh no oh no oh no..." She started crying. "D-Daddy... Daddy... I-I'm sorry... D-Daddy..."
A few hours later, the police found the blood-soaked body of a man, and a young girl in shock. As they transported her to the nearest orphanage, she didn't say anything. One of the cops led her up to the door, and an old man called Roger met them. He led her to his office, an knelt down beside her.
"Sweetheart? Here, no one uses their real names. I know this is sudden, but do you have anything you'd prefer to call yourself?"
He wasn't really expecting her to answer. She hadn't spoken since she'd been found. To his surprise, she looked at him. He suddenly felt sick. He'd never seen anyone who looked so... miserable. Her eyes showed sadness unlike anything Roger Ruvie had ever seen.
"Wolf," the girl whispered. "I am Wolf."
Wolf shut her eyes, trying to forget the terrible memories. She clenched her fists, trying really hard not to start crying.
"Wolf...?" Near asked. "You sure you're okay?"
She started. She'd forgotten Near was still in the room. "H-huh? Oh, yeah... I gotta go, Near. It's almost time for me to kick Mello's ass in another fighting lesson..."
It was true. Wolf walked outside and went to the big tree, where Mello was already waiting.
"About time! Where've you been?" Mello cried.
"Uhhh... the rec room? So, you ready to get your ass kicked again?"
"Hey! I'm gonna beat you this time! Just you watch!"
"Mello, we've been doing this for almost a month, and you have yet to come anywhere close to beating me," Wolf laughed.
"Hya!" Mello roared, lunging at her.
An hour later, Mello was bruised all over and had yet to lay a finger on Wolf.
"I thought you were were gonna beat me today?" Wolf said, raising an eyebrow.
"I'll get you soon, you'll see!" Mello laughed.
Wolf grinned. "Let's call it a day, Mello."
The sun was beginning to set. As Mello walked back to the room, Wolf glanced nervously at the sun. And as she remembered what had happened the last full moon, she wondered if it had been smart to get as close to anyone as she had Near and Mello.
Near: Hmmm... that was kinda depressing.
Wolf: I'll say... god, Jenny, you are fucking sadistic.
Me: Hmmm... I have to say you may be right.
Wolf: You're not even worried about it...
Me: Should I be?
Near: Probably.
Me: … Well, I'm not, so... let's move on! Anyway, did you like this... interesting... chapter? I tried really hard to make it longer than the others. And once again, I apologize to all Mello fans for kicking his ass. WILL YOU PLEASE STOP STALKING ME, OLIVIA? T.T
Wolf: You're afraid of your best friend?
Me: YES! She can be scary man... so scary... *once again scared of mello-obsessed wrath*
Wolf: Once again, Jenny shows what a coward she is. So... yeah. Read and review!
Near: Anyone who does gets a free Mello... you know, to make up for the beaten-up one. :3
Wolf: … You're still freaking me out with the OOCness...
