As I waited for the end I noticed it did not come. When I open my eyes I saw the giant wolf was chomping down on the gargoyle. The wolf finished the stone monstrosity relatively easy then let out a victorious howl and then turned to face me. Awe shit! I said to myself. The giant wolf slowly walk towards me with a low growl all I could do was stand there and watch the beast.

I was now face to face with the giant wolf I would have to say it was about 10ft tall. It began to sniff me. I held my breath as the wolf did so. All of a sudden the wolf jerked its head back and looked at me confusingly. It took one more sniff as to say do I know u? The next thing I knew is that the wolf had licked me and sit on all fours. Now I was confused, but when I began to think about it the giant beast never did attack us even when it had the chance to do so. I raised my hand to pet the giant beast and it let me. I went to the front of the van and knelt before the shattered windshield. Julie was trapped on her side, and there was blood on her shirt. Far too much. "Are you okay?" "I whacked my head. Then got stabbed." She gestured weakly at the hole the monster had just punched through the roof.

"How bad?" I asked frantically as I tried to gently pull her through the window. "Hurts . . ." She had her hand pressed against the top of her shoulder. "I can still move." I pulled her out and helped her sit. The entry wound appeared to be through the flesh above her collar bone, and into the muscles of her back. It was bleeding, but not very fast. I did not know squat about anatomy, and I had no idea how deep it had penetrated. "Dad? Where's my dad?" "I don't know. Just keep pressure on it." I kept scanning the sky. There was one gargoyle left somewhere. "Find him, please." "What about you?" I asked. "I'm fine. I don't think it's that bad. Find him, Owen. Keep him safe . . ." Her eyes rolled back, and her head dipped forward. I caught her. "Shit. Julie. Julie! Come on. It's going to be okay. Julie!" I shook her. She did not respond. Blood rolled out of her hair and down her cheek from her head wound. I rested her on the ground and went through the window for the first aid kit that was stored under the passenger seat. I tore a wider opening in her shirt. I pulled out a package of Quick Clot, ripped it open, and poured it into the hole in her shoulder. I stuffed a bandage over the top of that. It wasn't much, but it was the best that I could do at the time. I knelt beside Julie. She was breathing, and the clotting agent and the bandage seemed to be working. Her pulse was decent, not great, but decent. Her head wound looked pretty ugly. Ray was mumbling something and waving at the air. I heard sirens in the distance closing, "I guess even in rural Alabama we made a huge commotion". Just then the sound of someone walking towards us caught my attention, I turned to see who it was.

To my surprise it was the girl in the red hood she was petting the giant wolf like it was a pet dog 'good girl" she said too the giant wolf I hadn't notice before but her voice was lovely it was like honey It just pulled you in either that or the crash hurt me more than I thought. Who are you? I asked, she giggled a lovely giggle and the proceeded to take off her hood she had short black hair with red tips and her eyes where an emerald green. "She was beautiful if I did say so myself". My name is Priscilla, and I take it you know Sif. She mention towards the wolf. I nodded. Why help us? I asked. Why? She said as she tilted her head. It looked like she was about to say something but decided against it. I can't tell you why I helped you but I can tell you I'm on your side. Just then the source of the sirens showed up, it was an ambulance. Excuse me she said as she stepped towards the men exiting the ambulance and in a flash she knocked both of the men. It had happen so fast it was almost inhuman. I felt myself losing focus. Most likely due to blood loss but I tried to fight it. I began to pass out as I fell to the ground the last thing I saw was the girl turn around and say something. Uncle Z? then the world went black. I woke up disoriented and confused. I was lying on some sort of gurney, and I cracked my face painfully into a white metal cabinet when I sat up.

Julie was a few feet away, also lying on a stretcher. Her shirt had been cut away, and a much better bandage had been placed on her shoulder. She was still out. A siren was blaring. We were in the back of an ambulance. "What the hell?" I said, as the ambulance turned far too sharply and I bounced off of the wall. Mad laughter came from the front. "Hang on, kid. It's been a while since I've driven last. You know, with being locked up and all that." Ray Shackleford honked the horn and screamed out the window. "Watch out, moron!" I squeezed my way through the narrow space and into the passenger seat. I had to push aside a big black duffel bag. I was glad to see that it was the bag that held my armor and personal gear, including spare magazines and grenades for Abomination. My shotgun was sitting on the dash, sliding crazily back and forth as Ray jerked the wheel. The speedometer showed one hundred and five miles an hour. I had not known that an ambulance could go that fast. "What happened?" I shouted over the siren. Ray's gray hair was flapping madly in the wind from the open window. He was grinning maniacally, and having far too much fun for an escaped lunatic. "You passed out. Can't say I blame you. You look like shit. Julie had a cell phone in her pocket. It started ringing so naturally I answered it. It was Earl." The crazy man laughed. "Old son of a bitch was a bit surprised to find himself talking to me. Didn't expect that one bit. Well, anyway . . ." He swerved around a truck and into oncoming traffic, dodged a station wagon, and jerked back into the correct lane. I cringed. "As I was saying, Earl called, said that the Feds were heading this way fast.

They put out an APB on me and both of you. He said not to go to the hospital because the Monster Control Bureau guys were already en route, and not to go back to the compound because the place was already crawling with Feds. So I'm supposed to take us someplace safe to hide out. "As I looked to my left I noticed we had a friend it was the giant wolf named Sif. But instead of being its usual ten foot self she was the size of a germen shepherd. She just stared at me with what almost looked like concern, I also noticed she had a note attached to her fur via ribbon. I grabbed the note and read. We will meet again soon until then keep an eye on Sif she's a good girl and she can help, until we meet again P.V. I folded the note after I finished "this can wait need to focus on the task on hand" Julie needs medical attention I said. "Earl has arranged for some. Don't worry. We're going home." "But the compound is covered in Feds." "Nope. You'll see. Earl said 'Go to your house, Ray. You can remember how to get there. Just go home.'" Ray turned to look at me as he explained. Crazy people must use the Force to drive or something. "We're going home. It'll be just like old times. All the kids, Ray the fifth, Julie, even little Nate, they can play in the tree house. And Susan will be there too. It'll be great. We can have a barbecue." "Ray. Watch the road." I noticed flashing red lights ahead. He was no longer living in the same world; instead he was taking a little trip down memory lane. "Maybe there'll be an Alabama game on today. Roll Tide. That would be fun. Maybe even the Alabama versus Auburn game. Best game of the year. Yep, I lost a lot of money on that one last season, I tell you what." I realized that the flashing lights originated at a train crossing. The crossing arms were coming down. "Train. Ray, brake. Hit the brakes!" He turned and studied it absently. "Yep, train.

How about that? You like hotdogs or hamburgers? Susan might have even marinated some steaks if we're lucky." I watched in horror as the train came into view. The engine was enormous and red. We were not going to make it in time. I shoved my way over into the driver's seat, squishing Ray painfully into the door. I stomped my boot down on the brake and I fought for control of the wheel. The tires locked up with a squeal, leaving behind plenty of rubber and smoke. Ray tried to fight me. I elbowed him violently in the forehead, snapping his head back against the seat. Keeping the van under control while braking and fighting for the wheel against an insane man while barreling toward a train is not a pleasant experience. Luckily the ambulance had some decent brake pads installed. We broke through the wooden safety rail with a slow crack, and skidded to a halt, our front bumper inches from the sparking train wheels. "Car-jacking! Car-jacking!" he shouted in my ear as he tried to stick his thumb in my eye. Ray kept fighting, unaware that I had just saved his life. He tried to choke me with the seat belt, so I elbowed him in the face until he stopped moving. It took three good blows to his noggin to put him out. I'll admit, I enjoyed that part. I put the van in park and crawled back out the passenger door. I went around, deafened by the roar of the train only scant feet away, opened the door, after a moment found the switch to kill the highly annoying siren, pulled Ray's unconscious body out of the driver's side and set him on the gurney in the back. There were straps to hold down thrashing patients, and I applied them snugly. Julie stirred. Her eyes fluttered open. "Owen. What's going on?" she mumbled sleepily. "Wait a second," as she realized that her shirt was cut open and she was only wearing a bra beneath. "Pervert." Listen, Julie. I don't have time to explain. We need to get you someplace that your dad called home. Earl is going to have help for you there." She was obviously high on painkillers or something she smiled absently. "Hey, what happened to Dad?" "Uh, he got sedated. Look, can you give me directions? Earl said for us to go home, not the compound, but someplace your dad would think of as home." "Sure . . . I can find home. Where are we?" "I don't know. Look, I'm going to help you to the front seat. You just stay awake and tell me where to go, okay?" "Okay. Can do. And look, next time you want to see me naked, just ask. Don't cut up my clothes. That's creepy . . . and I liked this shirt." Her eyes closed and she went back to sleep. I carried her to the passenger side, as gently as was possible, careful not to disturb her wound or bandages. I buckled her into place as the last of the train cars passed.

Julie stirred and mumbled something. "What?""I know this place. We're near Greenville. Just keep going." Her speech was slurred, but she did not appear to be losing any more blood. I decided that if she started to look any worse I was going to take her to the nearest town and doctor. Keeping from getting arrested was not worth her life. Hopefully I would not have to make that choice. I put the ambulance into drive and continued down the road. The home that Ray Shackleford had been referring to was an enormous old plantation house nestled in a beautiful patch of woods and streams. It was far off of the main drive and isolated from the rest of the world. The home had been opulent at one time, but had fallen into disrepair. Thick Doric columns, cracked with age, lined the front porch. Moss and vines were growing up some of the walls, but it appeared as if some recent efforts had been made to paint and restore the old place. There was a black sedan parked near the dry fountain in front of the home. I parked the van near the entrance, honked the horn, and jumped out to help Julie. She had remained semi lucid for the remainder of the short trip, but she was pale and did not look very good. Despite her feeble protest that she could do it herself, I picked her up in my arms and carried her onto the porch. She was not light by any means, but rather heavier than she appeared because of lean muscle. She winced in pain as the pressure changed against her wound. The main door was open, leaving only a screen. "Hey! Anybody there? We need help," I yelled. "Z. Thank goodness." It was good to hear Trip's voice. The screen door opened and he stepped out. A smaller figure stood behind him, totally cloaked in what appeared to be a black bandana. "Come on. We have a spot ready. Earl said Gretchen here's as good as any doctor." The robed figure nodded. Only a small patch of her face was showing through her hood, and even then her eyes were covered with large mirrored sunglasses.

She gestured for me to follow. I cradled Julie's limp form against my chest as we hurried down the entry hall. The interior of the home was undergoing serious renovation. Flooring had been pulled up and was in various states of repair. Some walls had been painted, while others were a work in progress. Sawdust and miscellaneous tools littered the floor. Gretchen led us across the spacious parlor, through a huge dining room complete with chandelier and twenty-foot table, down a small hallway, and into what was probably meant to be a guest bedroom, though right now it looked a bit like an extemporaneous field hospital. A small table had been moved into the room, covered by a white cloth, and littered with strange surgical-looking implements and jars filled with unknown fluids. Gretchen nodded toward the bed and I placed Julie down as gently as possible. Julie's eyes peeked out from under heavy lids. "I can't see," she said. I began to panic. The blow to her head . . . had it blinded her? Was Julie going to lose her sight? She was a lover of art, and an amazing marksman. Going blind would kill her. I grabbed her hand and squeezed. "Don't worry. It's going to be okay. I'm here for you. I'm sure your sight will come back." "Owen." She closed her eyes and sighed. "You big dummy. Of course my sight will come back. My glasses are on the floor of the ambulance. Be a dear and grab them for me . . . Is that Gretchen?" The robed woman came over and patted Julie's forehead. I had not noticed that the strange woman was wearing surgical gloves. "Hey, Gretchen honey. I'm glad you're here. I'm going back to sleep now . . ." she mumbled as she drifted off. Gretchen took her gloved hand from Julie's head and immediately started to remove the blood-stained bandage.

The petite robed woman examined the injury. The wound path actually started behind the point of Julie's shoulder and traveled down into the muscles over her shoulder blade. It was a nasty puncture. I had seen a few knife wounds like that while I had been bouncing, but never one that big or at such an angle. The mysterious woman must have then realized that I was still in the room. She looked up until I saw my reflection in her mirrored shades and she made a shooing motion. "Me?" I pointed at myself. She nodded and kept waving her hands at me. "Sorry." I backed out of the room and gently closed the door behind me. Trip was waiting for me. "Don't worry. Earl said Gretchen's the best. She's supposed to be able to fix any injury. Milo and Sam swear by her. I guess we're supposed to leave her alone to do her thing." "Any relation to Skippy? They share the same fashion sense." "Yeah. They said she's one of his wives. I think she's like the tribal healer," he said. "Wives? With an S? As in plural?" That was a bit surprising. "Sam said he's got like five of them. Hey, different cultures. Whatever works, I guess." "Dang. I don't even have a girlfriend and Skippy has extra wives," I replied. "No wonder. You look like shit," Holly said from behind me. Between her sultry looks, her swimsuit model's body, and the .308 Vepr in her hands, she looked like she should have been in a James Bond movie. "You're bleeding all over the carpet. What the hell did you do to yourself this time?" I turned to regard her and smiled broadly. "I fell out of the van. While it was moving." "You should stick with accounting. Holy crap. You have gravel stuck in your arms. Sit down, I'll grab some iodine. Trip, get a towel, and by the way, the property is clear. I didn't see anybody out there." "Julie's dad is strapped down in the back of the ambulance. He's out cold. You should

Probably see to him first," I told them as I studied my shredded arms. They looked almost as bad as I felt. "Is he hurt?" Trip asked. "I'm no Gretchen but I know first aid." "Mildly concussed probably. Crazy son of a bitch tried to drive us into a train so I clocked him in the head until he quit. Watch him. He's nuts. Find a room to lock him in, and keep him tied up. Preferably chained to something heavy." "You really are a people person, aren't you? Give me the keys too, I'll hide the ambulance around back." I tossed them over. He left to retrieve Ray. "I'm not kidding. Lock him in the attic if we have one," I shouted after him. "And check the room to make sure there aren't any weapons in It." and another thing be careful with the giant wolf in the back also she doesn't bite…. Much, trip looked at me and said good one as he left for the task on hand I went to stop him but Holly grabbed my injured arm and said sit. Holly forced me to take a seat in the kitchen while she raided the extensive first aid kit. I sat next to the marble sink with my shirt off while she painfully removed each piece of bloody gravel with a pair of needle-nose pliers. The kitchen was also under construction, someone had pulled down most of the cabinets to be restrained, and a pair of sawhorses and some plywood served as the kitchen table. Mercy was not Holly's strong suit, and after violently ripping each piece free she dropped them into the sink with a clatter. It was not a pleasant experience. She told me about how after Julie had called from the asylum, Earl had immediately loaded up a response team in the chopper to come to our rescue, only to be intercepted and forced to return to the compound by the Monster Control Bureau's helicopters. While the Feds were watching them land, Earl had called to check on our status and had gotten Ray instead. Since Holly and Trip were considered mere untrained Newbies by the Feds, and not really important in the grand scheme of things, he had given them directions to the Shackleford family home and had them sneak off with Gretchen.

"What's this stuff? Looks like you got splashed with slag from a cutting torch or something," she asked as she removed a chunk of metal from my arm. It left a small hole that immediately began to well up with blood. "Gargoyles bleed molten. I beat one of them to death with a fifty barrel. It kind of got on me." "No kidding?" I flinched as she jerked out a particularly pointy piece of asphalt. "No biggie. It only had one arm. And it was stuck under the van. It was the bastard that stabbed Julie. I lost the barrel, so I finished it off with a tire iron. When I cracked its head it kind of just squirted everywhere." "You rushed a giant monster with an empty gun to save her?" She jabbed me with the pliers. "I guess. Ow. Careful." I grimaced as she grabbed a chunk of flesh instead of rock. "Hold still, you big sissy . . . Look, Z, let me be honest here. I'm getting a little worried about you. Seriously." Holly sounded earnest. She paused to wipe her brow. It was uncomfortably warm and stuffy in the kitchen. "Back on the freighter you were willing to play chicken with a vampire to save Julie. And now you take on a damn ten-ton gargoyle with a stinking tire iron to protect her?" "It wasn't that big. And on the freighter I pulled that grenade to save all of us, not just her." "Sure . . ." She did not sound convinced. "Z , I'm not stupid. I can see how you get all dopey around her. Whatever. I don't want to see you do something stupid and get killed for her is all?" "Nothing that I wouldn't do for anybody else," I said defensively. "I don't doubt that either. You would probably do something stupid to save anybody. You and Trip both. Idiot wannabe heroes who would probably run into a burning building to save kittens or some shit. I'm surrounded by idiots." "I didn't know you cared." I grinned. She stabbed me again. "Trust me on this one, Z. There'll come a time when you're going to have to make a choice. Somebody who you can't save, no matter what. And then you're going to have to choose, you can either save yourself, or you can die trying. Sometimes the choice is between running like a coward, or fighting like a fool." Holly sounded angry as she said that. "What are you trying to say?" "Just something I learned the hard way is all. You know, before . . ." She trailed off, then changed the subject. "I think that's the last of it. I'm going to put some iodine on this now. You're missing a ton of skin, so this might sting." "Before what?" I pressed. "You're the only Newbie who has never told us how you got into this business. Everybody knows about my werewolf, or Trip's zombies, or Lee's spiders.

Holly, you're tough as nails, and you don't take crap off of anybody, but you're buttoned up so tight about your past. What happened before? You know you can tell me any . . . Yeeaaarrrgghhh!" I screamed as horrible burning pain ripped through the raw nerves of my arms. "Oh, my bad. That wasn't iodine. That was rubbing alcohol. All your babbling distracted me. Now shut the hell up," she ordered. I did as I was told. I wasn't going to push it while she still had that bottle of liquid pain. Damn, that hurt. The iodine stung, but it was nothing in comparison. Trip returned after he had secured Ray and had hidden the stolen ambulance. What's that behind you? Holly asked Trip turned and saw the German shepherd size wolf and just surged and said ask "That's about all that I can do," she said. "You need to get some rest, and you probably need to eat. I saw some food in the fridge. Trip and I will keep watch tonight." "Thanks," I told her. She stood and stretched, then retrieved her rifle and slung it over her back. She paused on her way out of the kitchen. "Think about what I said earlier. I don't want you getting killed for no reason." "I promise I won't," I replied. "Whatever . . . Stupid heroes." She left the room. I let out a sigh of relief and exhaustion I looked up when I heard the wolf whimper and brush its face against my leg. I petted the wolf and said so your name is Sif the wolf let out a low howl of approval and left after Holly "good girl".