"Who are you?" I asked, own eyes weakly glowing blue.

"The name's Victor. I'm an omega just like you."

"Ponyboy," I introduced.

Victor had dark ash-blond hair that was greased back. His 5 o'clock shadow lined his broad jaw line. He was short but he was toned significantly. He held out a hand towards me. I looked skeptically at it. I've learned that I can't trust anyone.

"What do you want?"

"A pack."

My head instantly snapped up when he said that. Did I hear right? He wanted to start a pack? Why? Can an omega do that? Only alphas could start packs and he was clearly not an alpha. "But you're an omega…"

His smile faltered for a moment before it returned amused. "You were never told? Typical," he said before explaining. "How do you think the first alpha came? They had to be an omega at one point. An omega just needs followers. It doesn't even have to be a pack full of werewolves. It could be anything, even humans. But humans are weak so no one chooses them and there are definitely perks of having just werewolves."

I was staring intently at the ground now. "Why didn't my pack tell me? It can't be that bad to tell."

"Rebellion. Most people are greedy with power and would take any chance to leave the pack and create a new pack. The alpha doesn't want to lose power."

"What's your reason? Why do you want to start a pack?"

"Me? Survival. Omegas can't be alone — look at you." He was right.

"And why do you want me?"

"Your wolf is wild, that's why. We aren't meant to be contained — your wolf understands that."

"I'm a monster…"

"No, not a monster. You're more human than monster. What does it mean to be human and monster? If they are what I'm thinking they are, we are more human than any of the mortals out there."

"So what will it be," Victor asked after a pause, "join my pack or stay here alone."

A part of me wanted to survive at any cost and another part just didn't trust him at all.

"Omegas can't be alone. They always die in the end."

He's right. I've been barely keeping alive since I left my pack. I probably can't handle another attack. I'm getting weaker and weaker. I took his hand without another thought and he hoisted me up. I gave him a small smile.

"I'll join," I agreed. He smiled comfortingly but I didn't feel any better, I felt like I was in danger.

Victor led me through the forest until we found the end. We started to walk down towards the city. I had to give him a skeptical look. He ignored me and continued down the street. I kept getting looks from other pedestrians passing by but that was because my face was blown-up on missing flyers. The more I walked with him, the more I felt threatened. He took me in front of a two-story house with peeling paint. It looked ordinary enough — it even had a bench on the porch.

"Ready to meet the others before you join?" Victor asked.

"There are others?"

"Well, there can't be just you to start a pack."

We headed inside. It was just an ordinary house, far better than the house I used to live in. The front door instantly transitioned to a long hallway, mahogany stretching from wall to wall. There was a staircase that lead up to the bedrooms. Another opening led to the kitchen and living room. We didn't go into anywhere but forward through the hallway until we reached a separate door. Victor opened it and gestured me though and I looked down in the dark abyss. I was always told not to go into some random man's dark basement. I glared at Victor skeptically, listening in on any change of heart beat changes. Nothing. I descended the dark staircase, turning on my night vision to watch him for any suspicious behavior. He acted calm, almost taunting me.

We reached the bottom without any trouble and he led me to a lit area where I finally started to hear some breathing and muttering. In the lit room was a small group. They were all sitting far away from each other like if they got too close they would catch a disease. The room reeked of anxiety.

The room wasn't really much. The walls and floor were gray and only a worn-down couch was pushed to a wall. It was currently taken up by someone who looks like they would be a real asshole. But never judge a book by its cover?

Attention was turned to us and Victor stepped in front of me. "Everyone's here. Let's start."

So everyone reluctantly moved and sat in a circle. It turns out that nobody knew anybody in the room. Some of them had been here over a week but never talked to the others. I wonder how many people you need to start a pack. Everyone went in and introduced themselves, stating their name and what they were. There really wasn't any surprise on what I was, seeming how there was already another werewolf (that wasn't Victor).

There was girl who had bandages wrapped around head where her eyes should have been. Her clothes weren't a good match but she was blind so I didn't expect much. When it was her turn to introduce herself, her skin turned clammy, knuckles white as she gripped her walking stick until it snapped in two. She gasped before shakily reaching towards her bandages and started to untie them. I found myself leaning forward in anticipation. Out of all the possibilities as of what could be under – a medusa power or an X Men laser eyes (which would have been tuff) or something. Instead, there weren't eyes, but an eye. She was a cyclops… which was different. Cyclops were supposed to have great eyesight that could pinpoint anything and unbelievable strength, though was slow.

The boy who was on the couch rolled his eyes and stood up before his body caught on fire, eyes turning orange. Somehow his leather clothes didn't burn off. The basement filled with unbearable heat. The flames died down soon enough. Moments after, his skin turned a ghostly white, black cracks spreading across his body like a spider web. His face turned stone still before his body fell apart into dust — well, ashes. He was a phoenix. Minutes later, the ashes reformed his body, but he was naked, much to the dismay of everyone. Phoenixes were immortal, turns out.

Another girl stood up. She looked the youngest out of all of us, maybe ten years of age. She closed her eyes and before I could react, my eyes were blinded by feathers. Wings painfully sprouted from her back, fingernails looking more like talons. Her feet did this breaking sound before turning into bird legs. She was a harpy. Turns out that she was a bit younger than the phoenix (who was a century years of age). Harpies just look young so they could look beautiful for a longer period of time.

Lastly, there was a boy who sat the farthest away from the phoenix. His eyes were soulless. The cyclops that was sitting near him had scooted away, shivering. I didn't feel anything though, sitting on the other side of him. Around his was a circle of frost. He was a Yuki-Otoko, the male version of a Yuki-Onna, a snow demon.

In total, there was seven.

Victor smiled. "Welcome to the pack."

o-o-o

The characters from the pack aren't going to play much of a role in the story but I wanted to get other supernatural creatures out there. So, do any of you trust Victor?

I had recently watched "That was then… this is now" again after seeing C. Thomas Howell in the actor page on it as Ponyboy. The first time I've watched it, I didn't see Ponyboy and so did the second time. So I'm confused as of why it says he was an actor in the movie. Have any of you watched it and found Ponyboy? I know he's in the book… but why isn't he in the movie.

Replies:

Cf Buddies: Well, this sort of explains things but this was mostly a filler. You waited two weeks for a filler, sorry. xD

Pony'sgirlfriend: What would happen if I ended this story on a cliffhanger? Would you hate me?

Haleymay: Hey, don't put yourself down. This is fanfiction and creative writing, anything can happen with enough creativity. I just didn't think about the possibility of growing another foot.

BunnyluvsU: He actually didn't grow his leg back, he placed it on his stump and let it stitch back together. That's why the werewolf that was cut in half didn't grow more legs. But could you imagine what it would look like to grow a foot. It would be like watching shriveled up Voldemort come out of a womb.

White collar black wolf: Now you know. Well, his name isn't his story, let me put that out.