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Lonely
Chapter seven: FIGHT!
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Roger Moontooth's POV
5 years in the future...
"This is Roger Moontooth... And you are the recistance... And if someone is eager to fight alongside us... call me... You got my signal..."
I sigh, turning off the radio. It been months, and no answer from anyone.
I know people arn't dead, I see them on the streets everyday.
But where are all the rebels? Where are the fighters...?
We can't be the only ones... we can't...
We just can't...
"So... how does this thing work again? It's kinda too old for me..." I hear Sally say behind me, clicking noises as well.
I turn around, seeing her holding an old weapon. An assault rifle, a AK47.
Pretty old, but effective.
"Be careful with that thing, Princess. It's loaded." I say, chuckling at how the 'smart' one can't handle a weapon.
"I-! I know how to use it... I'm just rusty that's all!" She says, placing the weapon on a table.
"You never used a gun, have you?"
"I have! It was... just... once... Kind of."
"Nice..."
Roger "Moon" Woodstock's POV
"Present" time.
"-so I said, hey assho... Moon? Hey Moon. MOON!"
"Huh, heh what?"
I blink several time in surprise and confusion as I look around at my surroundings.
The dinning room... right, Andy was talking to me..
"Dude, you were like gone... And you're face is pale. Jikes, you been like that since that girl visited you... Heh, something up?" He says, chuckling.
Guuuh... idiot.
I don't want to talk to him about it... but my brain has been stuck on Amy ever since I talked to her.
I don't want to think about her, but my brain isn't cooperating!
I just... damn it...
"Hey, wolfdog... we want to talk to you." I hear some voices behind me say as I turn around, a bunch of bad guys staring at me.
"We don't like your attitude around here!" Their leader shouts at me, looking rather pissed. "You think you are so much better then us cause you killed some people in Carcer... Well get this. You and my mates here are going to have a fight to the death tommorow. You get a knife and we use our fists. The winner lives, loser dies."
I look at the leader, who seems to be a giant lion. Woah, big he is.
But I chuckle at his saying. He want to fight me? That can't be allowed here...
"I don't believe that's allowed, according to the rul-"
My words die as he pulls me up, growling into my face.
"Well lucky you! It happens to be that the guards here LOVE blood. The match is allowed and people are betting! We will fight, and you will die! Knife or not."
...holy shit. They are serious.
"Woah man, get them!"
Shut up Andy... you big idiot...
But after all... this might be the time I die. I been looking for it, but it doesn't mean I am gonna let them kill me that easy!
"Make it no knife, I can get you with my claws!" I growl at him, a loud chuckle coming afterwards from me.
"Wh-what? No knife...? Are you crazy? HAHAHAH!"
The fool laughs at me as he pulls me down, his friends joining him in the laughter.
"That's not fare wolfy..." The lion says, spitting at my shoes. "You gotta have something..."
"Sunglasses." I say, everyone in the room, even the guards, turning to me.
"Sunglasses?" They ask. I chuckle in return at the fools, nodding.
"Sunglasses. I'm allergic to the sun, so I'll call it a fare fight if I get some sunglasses."
The lion stares at me, probably thinking I have a brain tumor or something.
"Really? Well, eheheheheh! If you say so! You get your sunglasses to protect from the sun, and we use our fists to BEAT YOU UP!"
The group laughs loudly as they walk away. I hear Andy cheer for me, believing I am going to win.
Maybe...
…but probably not...
Hopefully not.
I turn to the guards, watching them talk to each others and betting on the fight.
This place is sick... Someone should burn it to the ground...
God be with me. I hope you'll let me in to heaven, and that I paid my sins.
I ask for forgiveness, because tomorrow...
Tomorrow is the end...
Tomorrow I die.
The door opens, a blinding light of white hitting my eyes.
It's brighter then anything I ever seen in my whole life... it's so bright... brighter then the sun itself...
I close my eyes, as the bright light almost burn them.
But I have to go, after all... the doors open just for me!
This is it... this is where it ends...
I take a step forward, entering my death...
I feel that someone places a pair of sunglasses in my hands and I quickly put them on, now protecting the eyes.
Finally I see it, the grassy fight where the fight is gonna be.
Oh yeah... You thought I was going to heaven, weren't you?
HAH! I wish...
Guess I gotta die first...
I walk towards the middle of the field and stop as an audience of guards and other prisoners come around.
I look to my right and see Andy, who is giving me a thumbs up.
I smile and do a thumbs up as well, he responds with a cheer.
That poor idiot think I'm gonna make it...
Finally someone enters the "area", this being ten people who seem eager to kill me.
An eleventh one enter, this being the lion.
He smirks at me, nodding.
"The rules are simple!" A guard yells, gaining everyones attention. "KILL each other!"
This is gonna be fun...
"FIGHT!"
They charge at me and it feels like time is slowing down for some reason.
I simply jump into the air, the clumsy idiots crashing into each other.
I make a spin in air and land in front of the lion, who sends a punch towards my "privets".
I simply jump again and let my claws come out of my paws as I grin.
"Yello!" I say, happily and loudly. He looks up at me and gasps, probably surprised over my sudden speed and agility.
I'm surprised too... I haven't done any workout when I think about it...
It's like I gain new powers as soon as I walked outside into the shining of the sun...
Weird.
I push the lion hard onto the grass, landing on top at him as I stab his throat with my claws.
He tries to scream, but only the noise of the blood pouring out is heard.
I hear people scream though, scream in joy of the blood...
Sick bastards...
I turn around to the other ten, watching their scared faces look at me.
"We give up! Please! Don't kill us!"
I chuckle, nodding. These idiots don't know who they are dea-
But... wait... Somethings up...
I look down at my hands, noticing something.
The claws are bigger...
So are... my fangs...?
My fur has grown thicker, and it's black!
I... I'm- I'm looking like a real wolf! I'm no longer just a wolfdog?
What in he-
My thoughts dies as I smell the air, the sudden smell of blood entering my nose...
What is this... weird feeling of hunger...?
I slowly feel how my eyes are turned to the sun as my hand is going for the sunglasses.
I'm trying to take off my sunglasses... why?
But the shades finally drop off as I stare into the sun.
It feels... so... so...
G-gh-GHAAAAAAA!
MY EYES! My eyes are burning!
The pain! OH The pain!
Why am I still looking? ARGH! GAH! The pain!
My body is starting to shake... it...it's!
It's GROWING!
What's happening with me?
A sudden noise of yells are heard, yells of fear!
Which I can understand, cause I am freaking out!
Am I transforming? Into what?
What's going on?
SOMEBODY! Tell me!
NOW-www...www...
wg...grrrrrrr...
GRRRRRRR!
*GROOOOOOOOWL!*
Grrrrroaw...frrr...frrr...Fresh! FRESH!
Fresh...meat!
UH OH! That doesn't sound right? What's going on?
Stay tuned people... this is getting bloody...
