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Tino froze, desperately trying to work out who those screams belonged to. Mathias definitely, he thought, but who else? Both Lukas and Berwald got hurt, but which one is turning – no, I might not be that at all. They might just be putting alcohol on their wounds.

But still, the Finn knew he had to see what happened. However, Fenris had to be beaten first.

Fenris, meanwhile, looked like it was enjoying the entire thing. "This is certainly getting…interesting, isn't it?"

Tino's eyes narrowed at the werewolf. "Not really. If anything, it's getting worrying. Anyway, you should stop thinking about everyone else and start thinking about yourself."

"And why's that? You can't hope to defeat me, you know." Its mouth curled upwards in a toothy grin as Tino wondered what it meant.

Another scream broke the silence between them, and Fenris said, "Give up? Okay, I'll tell you." It rose to its full height, allowing its various wounds to drip black blood onto the ground. "You can injure me, but I'll heal quickly when I put my mind towards it and concentrate." As if to prove this point, the werewolf gazed at a wound on its shoulder, and it immediately began to close up.

Tino's eyes widened, before narrowing again. "So what? Our wounds can heal as well."

"Oh? Shouldn't yours have gone by now then?" The Finn glanced at a scratch on his forearm, surprised to see it hadn't healed yet. It's only a small scratch – why hasn't it gone yet?

As if sensing his confusion, Fenris explained, "Wounds inflicted by a creature of the Occult take longer to heal because they get infected by the Darkness."

Tino stared thoughtfully at the werewolf, knowing he'd heard something like that before. "The…Darkness…right! I read about it once! It's like an invisible poison which doesn't have any visible effects, except that the wound takes longer to heal. It's really not that bad."

"Oh, but it is. If you get infected enough by it, you go insane. You forget all your emotions, and are then filled with new emotions, like sadisticness, insanity and maliciousness. It's fun to watch, actually."

Tino bristled at this. "Fun? You think it's fun? Listen, this is what's going to happen. I'm going to destroy you, then go help everyone inside. Got it?" He spoke confidently, tightening his grip on his staff.

Fenris let out a short bark of laughter. "Is that so?" It crouched low, then pounced on Tino, who whacked it in the head with the end of the staff.

The werewolf sprawled over the floor, before getting up and launching itself at the Finn. And so, Round Two began.

Meanwhile, Emil had gone cold after hearing the screams. He recognised one as Mathias', but who's was the other? It certainly wasn't him, and Berwald was right next to him, so it wasn't him, either. So it was between Lukas and Tino. But which was it?

"I'm going to go look." Emil declared, carefully swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"No you don't." Berwald edged closer and laid a hand on Emil's shoulder. "I'll go. You can't walk."

"Neither can you!" Emil argued.

"I won't go far – just to the bathroom to check on Lukas. Stay here, and if you need anything, just shout me, okay?"

Reluctantly, Emil nodded his head. "Okay." He grumbled, getting back in bed and massaging his bad leg. The small movement had made it start hurting again.

Satisfied, Berwald struggled to his feet and limped out the room, although he tried to hide it.

Once out the room, the Swede turned and headed towards the bathroom, wondering who screamed. But when another scream echoed round the house, this one coming from directly down the hall, his fears on who it was increased and he picked up the pace, ignoring his ankle's complaints.

When he arrived outside the bathroom door, he knocked on it. "Lukas? You alright?" No answer, except pained breathing.

Berwald opened the door cautiously, glad it was unlocked. He stared in shock as he saw Lukas writhing on the floor in obvious pain, eyes squeezed shut.

Hurrying forward, the Swede gently shook Lukas' good shoulder. The Norwegian cracked an eye open, and Berwald was surprised to see so many emotions in it. Pain, sadness, worry, confusion, fear – even panic was evident. Never had so many emotions been present in Lukas' eyes.

Inspecting his bad shoulder, the Swedish nation noticed black fur growing around that area. A sickening crack suddenly filled the air, and Lukas screamed again.

He's changing, Berwald noted with dread, what should I do? Tino's fighting Fenris, Mathias is no doubt changing as well, and now Lukas. I might be able to hold Lukas, but what if Mathias goes after Emil?

Berwald was dragged out of his thoughts when Lukas suddenly grabbed his arm.

"…Go…not safe…please…go…" Lukas forced out between breaths.

But Berwald shook his head. "No, I'm not leaving you. If you don't trust yourself, then lock yourself in and I'll wait outside."

Lukas considered Berwald's suggestion, before nodding and painfully getting to his feet. Berwald walked out, slightly unsteady on his bad ankle, and watched Lukas shut the door. He also heard the click which showed the door was now locked.

Sighing, the Swede sank to the floor and leant back against the door. What could he do now? Wait it out? Or go check on Mathias? No, he told himself, I told Lukas I'd stay here. And I don't like going back on my word.

Emil was wondering where Berwald was. Well, he knew where he was, he just didn't know what was keeping him. Unless Lukas – no, nothing was wrong with him. He was fine.

But it wouldn't hurt to check, right?

Deciding, Emil once again tried to get up, this time managing to get on his feet before his injured leg buckled under him.

Cursing under his breath, the Icelander struggled to his feet, using the bed as support. Why isn't my leg healed yet?! Dammit.

Slowly, he started to walk forward, albeit heavily limping. He'd go to the bathroom, then find Mathias, then try and help Tino. He just hoped his leg would hold out 'til then.

Tino dodged a swipe from Fenris' paw and was about to lunge forward when Fenris suddenly straightened up.

"I'm leaving now." It declared.

Tino narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Why would you suddenly leave?"

"Those two are transforming. They might want to fight me; you never know. I don't want to fight them now. It's only the fifth night. I want to fight them on the night of the full moon."

"Those two? I know about Mathias, but who else?"

Fenris walked closer and said quietly in his ear, "Little Lukas will only partly turn. I didn't inject enough into him because someone stopped me."

With that, the werewolf ran into the forest, leaving Tino to dash inside and frantically search for everyone.

But he didn't get very far.

A/N: Not much happened in this chapter, I know, but it was mostly just to show you that I haven't forgotten about this story.