Chapter 7


Betty put her bike in her garage and then went up to her room. Just as she was getting up to her room Betty's cell phone started to ring. Betty looked and saw it was Maria.

"Hey Maria what's…" Betty started to answer.

Betty then had to hold phone away from her ear as Maria was shouting incredibly loudly and incredibly fast.

"Whoa, whoa, slow down," Betty said. "Now start over."

"I totally just wolfed out and killed Frankie!" Maria exclaimed.

"Oh shit…" Betty muttered.

"Yeah, you've got to help me!" Maria begged.

Betty ran her the fingers of her free hand through her hair as she thought about what exactly to do.

"Alright stay there, I'll come over," Betty said.

Betty hung up and made her way back downstairs. As she did Betty then made another call.


Maria was standing in Frankie's bedroom nervously pacing back and forth as she waited for Betty. She kept looking over at Frankie's corpse. She wasn't upset over killing him, or feeling guilty, but she was concerned about being caught. She wasn't sure where Frankie's parents were and knew they could be home soon. Maria then heard the sound of the front door opening and she froze wondering if it was his parents.

"Maria?" Betty called out.

Maria breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"I'm up here," Maria called out.

Maria heard what sounded like multiple sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. Maria realized must have brought somebody else with her, but she wasn't sure who. As long as it wasn't Cheryl…

"Well, well, well," Cheryl said as she walked into the bedroom and got a look at Frankie's corpse.

Behind Cheryl was Betty and Ginger.

"So, mind telling me what happened here Maria?" Cheryl asked.

"I… um…." Maria stammered nervously.

"Looks to me like you wolfed out while boning your boyfriend," Cheryl said.

Maria realized that Frankie's pants were still down around his knees.

"Don't worry, I'm not upset with you," Cheryl said. "I knew something like this might happen. After you first turn there's a lot of things that can cause an unwanted transformation, sex being one of them."

"What else can cause us to wolf out as you say?" Betty asked.

"Anger," Cheryl replied. "You'll find your temper is a lot shorter and you'll be set off easier."

"That's all great to know but what do we do about Frankie here?" Maria asked.

"We'll get rid of the body," Cheryl replied nonchalantly.

"But his parents will be coming home soon, I'm sure they'll notice him missing," Maria said.

"And we'll get rid of them too," Cheryl said.

"By get rid of you mean…?" Maria asked.

"Kill them," Cheryl replied. "Is that a problem?"

"No, just want to make sure we're on the same page," Maria replied.

All of them then heard the sound of the garage door opening indicating that Frankie's parents were now home. Ginger growled and began transforming into a werewolf.

"You too Betty, go with Ginger and deal with them," Cheryl said looking at Betty.

Betty glanced over at Ginger who was now in her seven-foot tall werewolf form with it's brown fur tinged with gold. At the mere thought of being a werewolf Betty felt herself transform, golden fur sprouting up on her arms. Betty felt whole body shifting as her arms and legs took on the more canine appearance of her werewolf form. In moments Betty had transformed into her own seven-foot tall snarling werewolf form.

"Go, hurry," Cheryl said waving Ginger and Betty off.

The werewolves made their way out of the room and downstairs, Ginger leading the way. Ginger took up a position on one side of the door that led to the garage and motioned for Betty to a position on the other side. Betty took the position and both of them listened and waited. They heard the sound of the trunk on the Valdez's car opening, and Frankie's mother and father getting something out; with their enhanced smell Betty and Ginger could tell that they were returning from a trip to the grocery store. The two of them were talking about some driver that had cut them off on their trip home as they entered the house.

"Frankie, could you come down and help…" Frankie's father called out.

He was cut off as Ginger stabbed her clawed hand into and right through his throat, and then pulled back so she could rip his head right off; all of this taking less than two seconds. Frankie's mother turned to try and run but didn't get two steps before Betty stabbed both her hands into her back and split her open. Betty began clawing at the remains in a frenzy shredding into unrecognizable chunks of meat.

"Okay, okay, she's dead," Ginger said.

Betty glanced over her shoulder to see that Ginger than transformed back to normal. Betty bared her teeth and growled at Ginger.

"Hey, hey, calm down," Ginger said raising her hands in a defensive posture.

Betty took a few breaths trying to calm herself. Then she too transformed back to normal.

"Sorry about that," Betty apologized. "I don't know what came over me."

"You worked yourself into a frenzy there, it happens," Ginger responded. "Don't worry I've been there."

Just then Cheryl and Maria came downstairs carrying Frankie's corpse which was wrapped up in sheets. Cheryl paused so that she could survey the remains of Frankie's parents.

"Well clean up after yourselves," Cheryl said.

She and Maria then walked past and loaded Frankie's body into the back of his truck and then going back inside and upstairs.

"How am I going to clean this up?" Betty asked Ginger as she looked at the gory chunks that had once been Frankie's mother.

"Well there's a shovel on the wall and there's that empty garbage can," Ginger said. "Get shovelling."

Betty looked at the shovel and then looked at the mess on the ground and let out a sigh of resignation.


It took a while but the four of them managed to clean everything up so that it didn't look as though three bloody murders had occurred in the Valdez home.

"Alright tonight Maria you and I will come back and take the truck and dump the bodies," Cheryl said. "Now is there anything else?"

"Shrill!" Betty exclaimed.

"The goth chick, what about her?" Ginger asked.

"She saw Maria get in Frankie's truck," Betty replied.

"Fuck you're right, that bitch will definitely rat us out," Maria exclaimed angrily. "I'll kill her too!"

"Calm down," Cheryl said putting a hand on Maria's shoulder. "Nobody knows that the Valdez's are dead yet, and they won't know they're missing for a while still."

"Looks like Shrill is going to some midnight horror film showing at the theatre tonight," Ginger said as she looked at Facebook on her phone. "Her and a bunch those other goth freaks."

"I want you to lead the rest of the pack, sneak into the theatre through the back and take them all out," Cheryl said. "I'd love to join but Maria and I will be occupied."

"Ha, look at what movie is showing, Skinwalkers," Betty said as she looked at Ginger's phone over her shoulder.

"That seems like the definition of irony," Maria commented.

"We should get out of here," Ginger said. "We don't want the neighbours to get suspicious."


Sheriff Keller was in his office back at the police station. He was going over the final plans for a security detail for the movie theatre, where there was going to be a special midnight showing of a horror film. He was also still trying to get permission from a judge to bring in Cheryl Blossom so that Agent Greenway could question her. Just then there was a knock on his door and Keller looked up to see Greenway standing in the doorway.

"This a bad time?" she asked.

"No, it's fine come in," Keller replied gesturing to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

Greenway entered and sat down in one of the chairs.

"You look exhausted," she commented.

"Well we're getting nowhere with figuring out who this killer or killers are," Keller said. "It's honestly hard to sleep not knowing what monsters are out there."

"Monsters might be right," Greenway said.

"What are you talking about?" Keller asked.

"Well some of the techs found some unusual hairs at the Whyte Wyrm," Greenway replied. "In the initial DNA test they came back as not human."

"Not human?" Keller inquired curiously. "Then what are they?"

"They've been checked against other species but there's no match so far," Greenway replied.

"Are you serious?" Keller asked.

"I'm talking to you as an FBI agent," Greenway replied. "I don't know what we've got on our hands here."

The two of them both sat in silence for a moment. Keller looked down at his paperwork and suddenly was struck with an idea.

"What if this is some kind of hybrid?" Keller asked. "Can your scientists test for that?"

"What do you mean?" Greenway responded.

"Well we've got these killers that are acting as a pack, and we've had people talk about wolves," Keller explained. "So what if our killers are some sort of human wolf hybrids?"

"You mean like werewolves?" Greenway asked. "Because that sounds ridiculous."

"I know it sounds crazy," Keller said. "But what else do we have to go on? It wouldn't hurt to have the scientists check if they can, right?"

Greenway sighed and shrugged.

"Sure, why not," Greenway agreed slightly reluctantly. "It's only our professional reputations on the line."

Keller opened up the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a bottle of twenty-year old Scotch and two glasses. He opened the bottle and poured a glass for Greenway and himself and then put the cap back on.

"Wow, that's some good stuff," Greenway commented as Keller handed her the glass.

"And how about this, if I'm right and our killers are some sort of human-wolf hybrids you can have the rest of this bottle," Keller said.

"Okay and what if you're wrong?" Greenway inquired curiously.

"We'll each have another glass as we come up with another crazy theory," Keller said.

"Well I can sure drink to that," Greenway agreed and then the two of them clinked glasses and drank.


It was nearly midnight and movie goers had filed into the Riverdale Cinema for the Saturday Night Horror Film showing. Outside two younger police officers were patrolling the area just in case there was some sort of attack. They'd ended up with the duty because of their lack of seniority. The pair was Officers Jenko and Schmidt.

Officer Jenko was currently standing watch at the front of the theatre, Jenko was tall and good looking having been a star athlete in high school and at the police academy. Officer Schmidt meanwhile was doing a perimeter check walking around the theatre, Schmidt was shorter and not in as good a shape, however he had a rather positive attitude about being a police officer.

"Nothing on the west side of the building," Schmidt reported through his radio.

"You know you don't need to tell me every time you don't find anything," Jenko radioed back annoyed. "You can just tell me when you find something."

"Geez, fine," Schmidt responded feeling a little hurt.

Schmidt continued to walk along the side of the theatre making sure that doors that were supposed to be locked remained locked. As he approached the corner that lead to the back of the theatre Schmidt thought that he heard the sound of girls giggling.

"What the fuck?" Schmidt muttered.

He rounded the corner shining his flashlight about to find a group of nine teenage girls all gathered near one of the emergency exits.

"Hey, what are you girls doing?" Schmidt asked.

The girls all turned to face him and Schmidt realized they were all wearing short shorts and tight fitting t-shirts or tank tops despite the fact it was cool out, definitely long sleeve weather. One girl with brown hair with blonde highlights stepped forward batting her eyes and acting all flirty.

"Sorry officer is something that matter?" she asked.

"Well uh, you're not supposed to be back here," Schmidt stammered, not used to be approached by women like this at all.

"We were just out here having a little fun," said a tall Chinese girl with long hair with pink streaks as she stepped up to Schmidt and put a hand on his chest. "Do you want to have fun with us?"

"I um, I can't," Schmidt babbled. "I'm on duty, in case the theatre gets attacked."

"Oh well that's too bad," the Chinese girl said pouting. "Because you see…"

In an instant she transformed into a seven foot tall werewolf with black fur striped with pink around the head. At the same time the other eight girls all transformed as well.

"We're the one's attacking," she finished her voice deeper and gravelly.

Before Schmidt could react the werewolf plunged her claws in his neck and tore at his throat. Schmidt desperately grasped at his neck as he gasped for breath but he was quickly suffocating on his own blood as he dropped to his knees and then fell over on his side and soon went still.

"Nice job Sheila," Ginger said as she patted Sheila on the shoulder.

Just then Schmidt's radio crackled to life.

"Schmidt, you almost done with the perimeter?" the werewolf girls heard Jenko asking over the radio.

"Toni, Bobbi, deal with that," Ginger ordered.

Bobbi scampered off on all fours towards the front while Toni leapt with inhuman ability all the way up to the roof of the theatre.


Out front Officer Jenko was waiting for a reply from Schmidt. He wondered if Schmidt was giving him the silent treatment out of spite.

"Come on man, if this was a joke it's not funny anymore," Jenko complained into his radio.

Once again there was no response from Schmidt. Jenko looked around, the streets were empty, if people weren't at the theatre they were supposed to be at home due to the curfew.

"Fucking Schmidt, I'm going to kick your ass," Jenko grumbled as he walked towards the side of the theatre to go see what was going on.

Just then Jenko heard a growl coming from above. Jenko looked up to see something big and hairy plummeting down towards him. Jenko was barely able to get his hands up as whatever it was came crashing down on him knocking him to the ground.

Having been a wrestler Jenko was able to roll with the fall and spring free and get to his feet drawing his weapon. He got a closer look at what had attacked him and saw that it was some sort of half-human half-wolf looking creature that was at least seven feet tall. The creature was mostly covered in brown fur but had pink fur on its head.

"What the fuck?" Jenko muttered in disbelief.

The creature snarled and leapt at him and Jenko raised his pistol and opened fire, completely emptying the clip. Most of the shots in the creature in the chest and a few hit it in the face and it staggered back a few steps, however it didn't go down. Jenko's eyes went wide with shock as he saw the bullet wounds healing rapidly. Jenko went to use his radio to call for backup only to find that his radio had been broken in his initial scuffle with the creature.

Feeling defenseless Jenko bolted and ran for his squad car. The werewolf chased after him, but he was able to get inside and slam the door shut just in time. However the werewolf smashed its claw through the driver side window it's claws scratching Jenko's face. Jenko scrambled across to the passenger side and reached for the car's radio. He then looked to see that it to was broken.

"What the?" Jenko asked frightenedly.

He then heard a growl coming from behind him in the backseat. Jenko slowly turned around to see a that there was a second werewolf in the backseat. Jenko let out a terrified scream as he went to open the passenger door and get out. However a clawed hand smashed through the back of the chair and then right through his chest killing him almost instantly.

"Nice job," Toni said to Bobbi. "He was tougher than most."

"Just makes it more fun," Bobbi replied with a toothy wolf-grin.

"Let's get inside and join the others," Toni said.


Inside the theatre the lights were going down for the start of the film. Everyone was excited as the opening scene began then suddenly the projector shut off leaving the theatre in complete darkness. A murmur ran through the audience as people wondered what's going on.

"Hey! Can you at least turn on the lights?" somebody called out in the dark.

All of a sudden there was a high-pitched scream that stopped abruptly. That was followed by more screams which were silenced. In the dark people struggled to try and find the exits. The screams soon became fewer and fewer while the sounds of growling and snarling grew louder until the theatre grew quiet.

The lights then came on revealing dozens of dead bodies. The nine werewolves were scattered about the theatre, most of them feasting on their victims.

"Did we get Shrill?" Ginger called out. "She was the target?"

"I think this was her," Midge called out as she feasted on a severed leg that she had covered in nacho cheese.

"Looks like her head is over here," Nancy added from nearby.

"Good job girls, Cheryl will be proud," Ginger said. "Now let's get out of here before the cops show up."


Lots and lots of death in this chapter. The girls are dropping bodies left and right, but will the cops and the FBI be able to figure out its them? Read on! Please review!