I'm bored. …So here's a new chappie!
Reviewer Thanks
Starspring: They COULD be from Silver… but aren't. And, yeah, I just LOVE twisting-up fairytales! ^-^
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Blu's POV
"Whoa, hold it, Wolf. What do you MEAN your dad's home?" I asked, my eyes widening in shock. Wolf's dad was the biggest, nastiest, blood-thirsty, evilest creature in Fairytale Land- the very first "Big Bad Wolf"… and the one who inspired the tale of the werewolf.
Yes, that old superstition was made-up nearly 500 years ago… but it was Wolf's dad who wrote the stories (yeah, he's over 500 years old, but in Fairytale Land, creatures can live up to 1,000 years, so it's not THAT big a deal). He never chased after little girls, or pigs who built their own houses, or boys who cried "wolf"… probably because he was too busy terrorizing villages, stealing livestock, kidnapping children out of their beds at night, raping and mauling women, and being chased by an angry mob. Yeah, he was one bad-ass puppy.
Everyone called him the "Big Bad Wolf", until he decided to pass the title down to his two sons: Biggy and Wolf. He always trained them to stalk and hunt, to lust for blood, and to have a passion to kill. Biggy, Wolf's older dumbass brother, listened to his father's every instruction until he became a terrifying creature and 'daddy's favorite'. Wolf, as you can clearly tell, never obeyed his father's demands- he was just too timid to kill anyone or anything, let alone didn't have the heart to terrorize someone. He would have been slaughtered by his dad if his mother- a regular female wolf who his father knocked up- came along with her pack. Even though Wolf's dad was a rare killing-machine, he knew he couldn't take on an entire pack of wolves, and was exiled out of the land. While their father was gone, Biggy decided to fill in for him (up until we kicked his ass and killed him).
How do I know all this? …Wolf's diary.
Anyway, I knew that, if Wolf's dad was back, there was gonna be trouble, let alone a blood-bath. …No telling what he was gonna do once he found out 'his favorite son' was dead.
"He's back. I-I don't understand… my mom made SURE he would never come back!" Wolf stammered, then took off running. "I've got to warn her and the rest of the pack."
I watched him go, feeling a little petrified myself, and I ran into town to warn the others.
After all, we might as well throw Wolf's dad a 'Welcome-Home' party… and kill him before he kills us.
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I managed to catch up to Pin outside a café. Today he was wearing his casual clothes- a blue flannel shirt, brown jeans, black loafers, and letting his poofy-hair get some air after being under a hat so long. "Hey, Blu. What's up?" he asked me, sipping a malt.
"Wolf's dad is back." I put, bluntly.
"STHPFT!"
…That "sthpft" sound happened to be Pin spewing his malt out of shock… and on my shirt. If this wasn't a serious situation, I'd… Ah, heck with it!
*Bam!*
"Next time, say it don't spray it, moron!" I snapped after punching him in the ribs.
"Sorry… I mean, Wolf's dad being back and all? It's just freaky! Please tell me you're kidding." He replied, handing me a napkin to wipe his saliva-and-ice cream combo off my shirt.
I gave him a deadpan look. "If I were kidding, I wouldn't have risked getting blasted by your spit-malt beverage. Wolf and I found his footprints in the forest."
"Are you sure it was his footprints? What if it were another animal, or maybe Wolf might've left them…"
I rolled my eyes. "Unless Wolf's feet grew to a size 20, I highly doubt it."
"Oh, man… We'd better tell Robin. If that beast is loose…" he shuddered, obviously thinking about something horrible.
"Yeah, yeah, we're all gonna die. Lets go!" I grabbed his wrist and began pulling him down the sidewalk, heading toward the police station.
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Wolf's POV
I didn't think it were possible. I thought he was going to be gone for good!
…But the proof was as plain as the paw-prints in the ground. My dad was back, and there was no doubt he was going to start his home-coming with a killing spree- and I wasn't going to let that happen.
I ran into the woods, where I came across a small cave surrounded by a few gray, black, white, and brown-furred wolves. I walked over to a wolf with gray fur and black paws, white around her muzzle and on the tip of her tail, and green eyes. My mom.
You see, a long time ago, my dad came across this pack during its mating season. Most of the male wolves snarled at him, although the females weren't so timid, being in heat and all. …I'll just skip to the part where he chose my mom and a few weeks later Biggy was born, then two weeks after that I came along.
He stuck around to train us to kill, though I refused to partake in it because I didn't have the heart to kill- I took more after my mom that way. He was ashamed of me, and didn't want a 'worthless pup' for a son, so he figured that- if I wasn't going to turn out to be a killer like he wanted- he should just kill me.
Luckily, my mom wouldn't allow it, and she and the other wolves had strength in numbers. My dad didn't want to waste his time and took off, my mom's pack-leader barking threats at him, demanding that he never step foot in Fairytale Land again and promising him death if he did. Biggy didn't like it and decided to live up to our dad's name, while I stuck around with my mom for a while, up until I wandered into town and- after being around people- got in touch with my human-side, and barely saw the other wolves again, though I promised my mom I'd check in every now and again if something happened…
…And boy did something happen.
She looked at me, concern in her eyes as her right ear flickered. You see, we didn't communicate with words, but with expressions and gestures.
I gave her a solemn look, bowing my head and bending my ears back.
She let out a low growl, knowing that she didn't want to see my dad again.
I let out a small whimper, asking her what we should do.
She looked over at the pack, her expression sad as well. Over the years, the pack's numbers began to decrease- some wolves being hunted while others left to find new territory or start a pack of their own- so we both knew that our chances against my dad weren't very high. I could tell that she not only was worried about me, but the rest of the pack as well.
I put my paw on her back. "I'll protect you guys." I said, promisingly.
She looked at me with sad eyes and lied her paw on my knee, letting out a whimper. Just like any mother, she was worried about her son's safety. I wrapped my arms around her neck gently, hugging her, then I let her go and began to walk off. I heard her barking orders at the rest of the pack, telling them to stay alert for my father.
Hopefully, they wouldn't have to… hopefully, I could protect them.
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3rd Person POV
The train clicked-and-clacked down the railway, and the young group of teens (along with cat and mice) eventually fell asleep, despite the terror they experienced last night. Radio lied on her stomach, her arms crossed under her chin, sleeping as if she were still a cat- and ironically Izzy slept in the same position next to her. Rudy's family slept in his pockets, looking as if they were sleeping in sleeping-bags, while the blonde-haired boy was snuggled next to Danny, who kept a comforting arm around him. Jimmy lied against a crate, using his jacket as a blanket now that his ribs stopped bleeding, though he kept drifting in and out of sleep…
*Thunk!*
…So he was the first one to hear the noise coming from the top of the train. "What the…?" he asked in a whisper, getting up to check out the noise- but froze, remembering several scenes in movies where someone went to investigate a noise, only to get slaughtered, so he remained still.
*Clunk, clunk, clunk* came a stepping-sound from the top of the train, as if something were crawling on it.
Jimmy looked around for anything he could use for a weapon, seeing nothing but the crate. He thought about breaking it open, but knew making the noise could alert whatever was on the roof of the train, so instead he crawled over to the others, deciding to alert them first. "Hey, guys… wake up." he whispered, shaking Danny and Rudy, and tapping Radio on the head.
"Zzz… huh? Are we there yet?" Rudy asked groggily, and Jimmy clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Not so loud, numbskull. I think we're being followed."
"REEEOWW!" Izzy screeched, seeing a large, furry figure swing into the train cart, snarling.
The figure, obviously, was Silver.
"AUGH!" Rudy screamed, now completely awake… along with the others.
"Crap, how did HE get on?" Danny stammered.
"No doubt he followed our scent," Radio muttered, backing against the wall, then turned to Jimmy. "What do we do?"
"Whatever you do, hold still… and don't panic," Jimmy said in a calm tone.
"We're trapped in a small train-cart with a psychotic werewolf, and you don't want us to panic?" Rudy hissed.
"Just remain calm! They always respond to fear,"
Everyone stood still, and Silver remained in a crouching position, wondering who to go after first. He let out a growl, baring his fangs and turning to Rudy, smelling fear, and lunging toward him! …Although, it wasn't necessarily Rudy's fear he sensed, but the mice in his pocket, who squeaked in horror at the oncoming werewolf!
"Reow!" Izzy yowled, leaping onto Silver's face and digging her claws into his skin. Hey, just because she was a cat, didn't mean she wasn't going to miss out on a fight!
Silver snarled and ripped Izzy off his face, throwing her against the wall. He then turned to Rudy, who gripped Danny's arm in alarm. "Hey, tall, furry, and ugly! Over here!" Jimmy yelled, catching the werewolf's attention.
Silver whipped around and snarled at Jimmy, who ran behind the crate. Maybe I could slide it toward him and distract him long enough to- he thought, but didn't have time to think about his entire plan since Silver was charging at him! He grabbed the crate and shoved-
*CRASH!*
…To his surprise, the crate sped toward Silver so fast, it knocked his legs out from under him! "Whoa!" Jimmy gasped, amazed. "That crate seemed lighter than I thought."
"Jimmy!" Radio cried, reminding Jimmy of the situation.
Silver was getting up, and Jimmy quickly ran around him and toward his friends, grabbing the crate. The werewolf snarled and lunged at him-
*SMASH!*
…Only to have the crate broken against his face. Jimmy then ran up and punched Silver in the gut, then caught him with an upper-cut in the jaw. "Remember when you taught me how to fight in prison?" Jimmy taunted, throwing another punch at Silver's snout. "I guess you regret it, now!" He threw another punch-
But Silver caught his fist, snarling and glowering at the teen. He then lifted him in the air and carried him toward the cart's door, preparing to throw him off.
"JIMMY!" Danny, Radio, and Rudy screamed.
Silver threw him… but at the last second Jimmy managed to twist his body around and grab his shoulder, pulling the werewolf with him!
The others cried out in alarm and ran over to see what became of their friend, just as the train came to a stop. "Jimmy?" Danny called, peeking around the corner.
…Only to be grabbed by the shirt-collar-
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Blu's POV
"…Don't worry. If that beast comes within a mile by town, we'll take him out." Robin assured us as he led us to the door. "I suggest you tell your cousins and the 12 Huntresses as well. We'll need as much help as we can get if we're going to take Diablo out."
I rolled my eyes. "Diablo" was a name the town gave to Wolf's dad when he first came around, and the name stuck with him after all these years. "Right. We'll tell 'em." I replied.
Pin and I walked out and down the street. "Maybe we should tell Puss, too." Pin said. "He might be of use for us against Wolf's dad."
I scowled. I wasn't too fond of Puss, even IF he helped us out, since I still had a grudge against the feline. "Whatever kills that stupid hell-hound."
We decided to take a train to the 12 Huntresses cabin up in the mountains. It was rebuilt after Puss and Jiminy Cricket burned it down (something Pin thought his conscience would never do), and during its construction a rail-way was built near it, so we didn't have to walk clear across any fields or mountains, or waste any gas-money to get there. The train didn't cost much- just five bucks a person- since the rail-way only went so far and always came back.
I remembered the first-time I rode a train- the first time I got out of Fairytale Land to escape Biggy's wrath. I chuckled, realizing that I was almost in the same situation- having to ride a train to keep from getting killed by a wolf. Pin looked at me funny, arching an eyebrow. "What's so funny?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Just déjà vu." I replied.
…Of course, déjà vu wasn't the ONLY thing I noticed.
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A/N: Cliffhanger! XD
Reviews are welcome. I'll accept constructive criticism… but no flames!
Also, I'm running short on what kind of fairy-tales to include in this story. Any ideas?
