The small lake in Royal Woods was usually known for being serene and calm. Not many people came down to it, but usually people passing through would, mainly for an opportunity to take pictures. However, there was a resident of the town who not only frequented the small lake and nearby bog, but had even built a small hut nearby so she could come here and relax when she had time off. She also had several tanks set up so she could watch reptiles and frogs in the water without hurting them. However, when she stopped by on her way home today, she had seen something she hadn't expected to see. Some sort of large animal, bleeding profusely, the waters turning red as it struggled to pull itself upwards. And despite her eldest sisters' protests, she had hurried to see if she could help… whatever this thing was.
"I'm so sorry!"
Wham!
"Please don't be upset!"
Wham!
"I…I really am trying to help!"
Wham!
"I just… I just don't know what to do…"
Wham!
"Please! Say something!"
Wham!
"Please! Wake up!"
Wham!
A small geyser of water shot upwards and splashed back down on the leaves and dirt. With a rush of air, Mad Dawg bolted upwards, coughing and inhaling deeply, feeling his lungs burn and scream for air. He felt them struggling to contain any oxygen when they had been filling with water, and only now was the faintest bits of air getting into his system.
"Wha…what?" He muttered, still weaker than he had been in ages, possibly ever. He lifted an arm, which felt unnaturally heavy, and felt a crushing wave of fear as his arm hadn't fully changed back. Some parts of it still covered in fur, and his hand seemed more animal-like than human. "Oh… sh-"
Wham!
Mad Dawg was cut off mid curse as someone punched him in the chest. He wheezed outwards, now desperately trying to get air back into his body, and noting that slowly but surely, it was working.
"You're alive!" A small voice shouted, then a face hovered over his. His vision was still blurry and damaged, with his right eye seeming like it had suffered more damage than a simple bruise, but as his left eye slowly focused, he saw several familiar characteristics of someone he had met a few times.
"Lana?" Mad Dawg wheezed.
"You're alive!" Lana shouted again, seeming relieved beyond words. "I was so worried! What happened to you!?"
"Luna… gotta… find… Sam…" Mad Dawg wheezed, trying to summon enough strength to pull himself up, but the small Loud frowned and pushed him back down, making him wince in pain.
"Sorry… sorry… but you can't move! You're bleeding like crazy!" She exclaimed, her voice changing from relieved to somewhat disgusted, and when Dawg looked down, he saw seaweed, leaf's and medical tape had been used to make an impromptu bandage.
"Okay… they're on their way and… Oh my God."
Mad Dawg had turned his head as he heard a second voice speaking, seeing the eldest Loud sibling, Lori, entering the small branch house. Only for her face to turn sheet white when she saw Mad Dawg. He blinked in weak confusion, then the reason for her fear and shock slowly dawned on him.
His face was half-changed.
"Lana… Get away from him."
"But-"
"NOW!"
Lana winced and shuffled away, walking back over to her sister, who grabbed her hand and took a step back in fear.
"Lana!" Mad Dawg hoarsely called, making the pair freeze. The watched as his head slowly turned and his arm raised, as if he was reaching out for her. "Thank you…" He managed to get out. Maybe one of them replied, maybe they didn't. But the next thing Mad Dawg knew, the inky blackness of unconsciousness surrounded him, grabbed him and dragged him back down into it. He was too weak to fight it, too tired to argue, all he could do was submit to the serene stillness of unconsciousness.
"Lana… What IS that thing?!" Lori breathed shakily, looking at the unconscious figure on the ground. She knew who it was, but it seemed like he had been melted together with a fur suit. But even then, she saw bits of it retracting, as if his body was fighting to re-gain control.
"It's… It's Mad Dawg." The six-year-old frowned, stating the obvious. "He said he was wearing a costume for Luna's video."
Lori breathed slowly, trying to figure out what was happening right now. About ten minutes ago, her sister came screaming bloody murder, telling Lori that they needed an ambulance. RIGHT. NOW. Lori hadn't seen who she was talking about, but when she saw the red water, she hadn't thought twice about it. She had to run down the street to find a nearby street sign to tell them where they were, and only now was she seeing who was the bloody figure. Mad Dawg looked… well, monstrous. Not just because he was burned half to death, with some parts of his body being burned beyond any hope they'd heal, unless cosmetic surgery was involved, but because of his body itself. It was misshapen, splotches of fur coated it sporadically, and the proportions seemed all off. Then, when she saw his face, and more importantly, how it seemed to be divided in two, she felt all sense of belief that this was a costume or make-up shatter when she saw the teeth. Those weren't fake, they were very real. She assumed while she had run back-and-forth, that Lana had done her best to cover his wounds with sea weed and bandages. It seemed to be both a kind gesture, and something that saved his life. As she and her sister watched, the unmoving body began twitching and jerking about, the fur somehow absorbing back into his skin, and a good portion of it re-connecting with his long hair. His leg, which seemed like it belonged to a large animal, twisted at disgusting angles, cracking and snapping back to a regular structure. It seemed like the bones in his body were changing… on their own. Lana grabbed her leg in fear, watching as his head began pulsating, then re-shaping itself back to normal. His teeth… his teeth shattered, re-growing into a normal human's teeth.
"L..Lori? What happening?" Lana whimpered, the sight and sound clearly being a bit much for her. Lori had to admit, she was surprised her sister got this far with how messed up Dawg seemed.
"He… I… I don't know." Lori finally admitted. "He said he was a mutant… I think this is part of that."
"Luna…" A voice wheezed. The two Louds froze and looked back to Mad Dawg, who was lying on his back, seemingly still passed out. "I'm… sorry…"
The sisters looked to one another in confusion, but before they could do anything about their current situation, they heard the incoming sound of sirens.
Thirteen Hours Later…
Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep…
"AAHHH!"
Gasping loudly, Mad Dawg bolted upright. His eyes were back to normal, and was greeted with cool white walls of a hospital. He heard the frequent beeping of the heart rate monitor and looked around. He was in a hospital gown, bandaged, and… that was it. His memory of the past few hours… gone. The last thing he remembered was the fire. Then… Nothing.
"S..sir?" A voice spoke up. Looking over, Mad Dawg blinked as he saw a nurse looking at him in shock. "Are you okay?"
"I… I was set on fire. How do you think I am!?" Mad Dawg asked, angrier than he intended.
"I meant, are you able to hear me, can you feel everything?" The nurse retorted, but then it was immediately clear she realized how un-professional that had been, and looked away awkwardly.
"Oh. Uh… Yeah…" Mad dawg muttered, realizing what she had been getting at.
As the nurse began to leave, Mad Dawg blinked, then called: "Ma'am?"
The nurse paused and turned around, and she noted the fear and pain in his eyes.
"Yes dear?"
"What… happened?" He asked. "How did I… get here?"
"Your sisters called an ambulance, they waited with you and then left a few hours ago. They said they'll be back soon though." She answered softly, her tone now seeming much more like a caring parent.
"Okay… Thanks." He breathed, then muttered under his breath: "Sisters?"
"Get some rest love, you need it." The nurse instructed, turning the lights down and leaving the door open somewhat. "If anything happens, hit the button on your left, someone will come. And every so often someone will stop by to check on you." She smiled, then frowned when she saw Mad Dawg shiver, looking down at his body, seeing the new scars and marks. He saw burn marks, burn marks that seemed like signed hair.
"Or… fur…" Mad Dawg's eyes widened as that thought went through his head. "Oh. God… No… What… did they see?"
Mad Dawg breathed shakily, as if he was about to break down crying, and lay back down on the bed, clutching at the sheets in fear, shutting his eyes, and hoping for the best. His body began to fall asleep, and he hoped when he opened his eyes, things would be better. He breathed slowly, refusing to think on what had just happened, trying to find a better place.
"Hey. Buddy."
Looking up, Mad Dawg saw an old man smile down at him. He blinked in surprise, and wanted to speak, but didn't feel like he was able to. He realized what this was…
"You doin' okay?"
Mad Dawg shook his head.
"Yeah, I guessed as much." T-Bone shrugged, frowning slightly. "You haven't been sleepin' well these past few days. You wanna talk about it?"
"I…idunno…" Mad Dawg mumbled, pulling his legs closer to his chest. "Sh..shesscary…"
"Who? Sitara? Kid, she cares for you more than anyone he-"
"N..no. Night Surgeon…"
"The Night Surgeon? Aw, hell. Did Marcus show you one of his horror films again? I'm gonna punch that asshole next time I see him…"
"N..no…she…she's in my head." Mad Dawg stammered out, words melding into one as he tried to collect himself. "Sh..sh..she hurtsme…shecut…cutsme…"
"What the hell did do you go through?" T-Bone muttered, blinking in surprise. Marcus had found this kid on the streets about two weeks ago, and while he didn't like it, they had to drug him to get him to sleep… The issue was, he didn't know his name, he didn't know where he came from… He knew nothing about himself.
"Shesaysimmonster…" Mad Dawg continued, still shaking somewhat. "Thatwhatammonster."
"Hey, c'mon kid. Don't talk about yourself like that." The old hacker said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You've got some weird power, but that's cool. If you let yourself believe you're a monster, then that's all you'll ever see yourself as. I know it can be scary, but you can trust us, we're here to help you."
"Mmhmm."
"You told Sitara about this?"
"No…"
"Why?"
"Mscared…nowannatellsecrets…"
"…kid, Sitara is by far the best person to talk to. You can trust her with anything. She'll help you along the way."
"Hm?" Mad Dawg tilted his head and looked up at him.
"I'm serious. We'll figure this out together, and so long as you've got at least one person you trust in your life, you can get through anything. I know it may seem better to roll solo, and sometimes… sometimes it is, but you can't live your whole life hiding secrets from everyone. So again… Sitara's the best to talk to. She cares about you. We all do."
There was a silence, and Mad Dawg stopped shivering, feeling a bit better about himself.
"Look, you can't tell Sitara 'bout this. Or we are BOTH screwed, okay?" T-Bone added, picking up a beer and cracking one open before handing it to Mad Dawg. "This is a secret that stays between you and me."
Mad Dawg smiled and nodded, taking the beer.
"Ray… are you giving a minor alcohol…?" A mechanical voice asked as Wrench slid in from under the couch.
"What… what the hell are you doing down there?" T-Bone blinked.
"The work the voices tell me to do…" The masked hacker replied. T-Bone said nothing, then handed him a beer.
"You tell Sitara, and I'm telling her what you showed the kid on your laptop."
Wrench's mask changed to a shocked expression, and he seemed to lose his playful attitude. The threat seemed very, very effective.
"Alright. This stays between us three." He agreed. Knocking back the beverage, Mad Dawg coughed as the sour, burning taste his tongue.
"Blech! Yucky!" He said with a sour face. The two laughed and looked back to him.
"Kid. It's time to wake up."
"Huh?"
"Wake up… Wake up…"
"Dawg? You there? C..could you please wake up?" A new voice spoke. Mad Dawg's eyes shot open, briefly blinded by the bright lights above him and groaned. He looked around, seeing the band members of Dragon's Blood, and a few of the Louds were in the room with him.
"What… what the shit…?" Mad Dawg mumbled. He looked around and but his lip. "What happened?"
"…dude." 'N' muttered. "You…you…"
"You were on fire dude! We thought you were dead!" Chunk exclaimed, then blinked in utter disbelief. "How… what kind of flame-retardant lining did that suit have!? You look like you shrugged off more than half that stuff!"
"Hah. You clearly don't know me." Mad Dawg laughed weakly, grinning, and revealing a missing tooth. "I'm… I'm pretty sure only God could strike me down at this point!"
He noticed that Rita and who he assumed to be Lynn Sr. Loud were looking in absolute amazement and shock at the teen lying in the hospital bed. Clearly, they had believed he was dead, or didn't believe he would be awake this fast. Truthfully, they had come with their kids and a few others to potentially explain that Dawg… Or Kace, unfortunately had passed away. But when they saw his injuries shrinking, and some of them fading away, followed by him suddenly waking up, they were left speechless.
"Dawg… Dawg I'm so sorry…" Luna whispered tears forming in her eyes. "I… I… I didn't mean to have this happen…"
"What?" Mad Dawg blinked.
"I didn't know what was happening, I should've seen what was going to happen… but I kept us going…and-"
"Is Sam okay?"
"-and I shouldn't've pushed you, and then none of this would've-"
"Is Sam okay?"
"-happened and now you're here in a bloody mess while I'm here as if nothing happened and-"
"Is Sam okay?" Mad Dawg groaned looking to 'N' and Chunk.
"Yeah. She's good man. You saved her from that fire." Chunk nodded in affirmation. "She's… she's really shook up about this, she said she wanted to see you more than anything, but was too upset to do so. I think the McBride kid's dads are talking with her right now."
"Okay… Okay. She's safe… Great…" Mad Dawg sighed, a sense of relief rushing over him.
"-you're burned horrifically and even with your ability, you still felt all that and it's all my fault, and-"
"Luna." Mad Dawg spoke flatly.
"-I shouldn't have been so oblivioius, and you clearly were trying to talk with me the whole time and-"
"Luna."
"-now you're here, burned half to death, trying to heal from it all, and it's all my fault that you got hurt, and I was so focused on getting our band noticed that I put your life on the line and-"
"Luna!" Mad Dawg said a bit louder. His flat tone stopping the rocker from pacing around the room in a nervous panic. She bit her lip and looked to Mad Dawg, who was giving her an annoyed look as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Please. For the love of everything. Shut. The f**k. UP."
There was a collective gasp of disbelief, shock and anger as Mad Dawg pulled himself up into a sitting position. He ignored the looks he was getting and stared directly into Luna's eyes.
"I know what you're going through right now." He said, matter-of-factly. "You think that this horrible accident was your fault, that you need to bear the guilt and punishment for what happened to me. You believe only you can carry this cross, and only you can bury this guilt. But please. STOP. This will destroy your life!"
Rubbing his face, Mad Dawg sighed deeply and continued.
"I did this myself once. I spent like, eight months avoiding my family after that whole thing with V back home. I believed this was it, that there was no possible way for me to ever face them again. That I had screwed up and they would be forever angry with me. So, I blamed myself for what V put me through, believed that my life was over and I had to carry that guilt with me. And y'know what? I was right. They were mad. They were mad it took me so long to come home so they could help. I screwed up, massively. V had a reason to be pissed off at me, but I made myself believe everyone's problems were my fault, and I let that drag me into the ground."
Seeing the confused look on Luna's face. Mad Dawg shook his head, his matted, messy and somewhat burned hair flopping about.
"NOTHING that happened yesterday was your fault." He said as if this was a fact no one could argue. "I was the one who offered to help, I was the one who was screwing around with the lights and chains, I was the one who didn't notice a chemical leak on set, YOU were playing your music, CHUNK was filming a video SAM was playing with you, and N… I dunno. I really wasn't paying much attention to him."
"Thanks?" 'N' blinked.
"My point is, NONE OF YOU did anything that caused the accident. I know this looks bad, but the honest truth is this: If I died, it'd suck."
"That's an understatement." Lincoln said matter-of-factly.
"But like it or not, I don't have family here that would mourn me in this world." Mad Dawg continued. He knew those in front of him would miss him, but that was beside his point. "If YOU or Sam or anyone else was burned like I was, or died in that accident, that pain… that pain would never leave. And I won't let you blame yourself for an honest accident. I've made too many mistakes and refused to admit to them to let you admit to something you didn't do. So again. Please. Stop blaming yourself."
The room went silent, Chunk and 'N' staring in disbelief at what had just been said. The Louds felt… pain. They could sense that this was something Dawg struggled with, and it seemed like he might break down crying, but it also seemed like he had been here before.
"You… you said that you were from out of town." Chunk finally broke the silence. "But combine that with what your body was doing… Where are you from dude?!"
"Chunk… When I said out of town, I meant… well, out of this Dimension." Mad Dawg admitted.
"WHAT!?"
Mad Dawg rubbed his face, knowing this would be another three-paragraph conversation that the readers had seen at least three times now. He needed something different to talk about… Thankfully, and unfortunately, he got his wish.
"Look, we can talk about that later. Dawg, when we found you, you were covered in fur, and your body seemed all wrong. What happened?" Lori spoke up. "And then when the ambulance arrived, it looked like you were having a seizure as your whole body twisted back to normal! What was that!?"
"Right… that…" Mad Dawg muttered, looking around at who was in the room. "This… this is gonna sound crazy, but I need you to listen. Just… let me explain and all."
"It's part of your 'mutant' thing, isn't it?" Lana asked, getting a stern look from her mother.
"Exactly." Mad Dawg nodded. "See, to make a long, fifty-three-chapter fanfic, twenty-three of which went way off the rails, short. I was meant to be a genetic cure. My cells were designed to heal rapidly, like many of you have seen."
"That explains how most of your burns healed." Lincoln nodded.
"Yeah, so a buncha unimportant stuff happened, and then the cure was to be made into a living weapon. How original." Mad Dawg rolled his eyes in annoyance. His voice sounded much more like the Mad Dawg everyone knew, and that was a good sign. However, the shocked looks of disbelief on everyone else, weren't. "And… part of that… was what they called the 'Lycan Gene'. Essentially… that costume…"
Mad Dawg sighed, knowing everyone was listening now.
"That costume… is my body."
There was silence for a long while, then 'N' began laughing quietly, and it just got louder and louder. Finally, he seemed to be in full blown hysterics as he laughed at Mad Dawg.
"Oh… Wow… okay…" He finally collected himself, still laughing somewhat. "Aw, man. That… that was a good one! So, you're some sort of dimension-jumping werewolf? Dude. You should make a comic out of that!"
Mad Dawg's eyes narrowed and he bit his lip hard. His arm began shaking, and his heart rate shot up to astronomical levels. A silent alarm was triggered as everyone watched as Mad Dawg's right arm began… changing. Fur and muscles expanded outwards, creating the Beasts' arm, and more than a few present screamed somewhat, including the nurse who returned to see what caused the alarm.
"I'm sorry… You were saying?" Mad Dawg growled. 'N' seemed like he was moments away from peeing his pants. Slowly Luna walked over and place her hand on Mad Dawg's changed arm, feeling the soft fur that she had felt the other day.
"This… this is it." She confirmed. "This is what he was wearing when we were filming."
"So, you're telling me that you knowingly unleashed a monster designed to kill people into the same building as my daughter and her bandmates?!" Lynn Sr. asked, anger clear in his tone as he seemed to be putting together what everything he was finding out meant.
"No. If I unleashed it, we'd all be dead." Mad Dawg said gravely, and the look in his eyes made it clear he wasn't joking. "For the past month and a bit, I've been… forcing myself to change into that thing, and then fighting myself for control. Essentially, I've been taming myself."
"Those claw marks…" Lori thought, her mind flashing to the weird scratches on the trees in the woods. "That was him!?"
"I wouldn't have even thought about entering that building if I didn't have confidence I could control it, and an emergency plan." Mad Dawg continued, his face falling somewhat. "I… I had this thing, this… collar, sorta. That I put around my neck. If something went wrong, it would go off and inject a mixture of rhino tranquilizer and metal dust into my blood stream."
"Why metal dust?" Rita asked.
"If anything, non-organic is in my body, I can't heal or change." Mad Dawg explained. "Somehow the metal negates the ability my cells use to change… So, the metal shavings would stop me from getting further into that form, and the tranq would knock me out in about ten seconds, wherein I would revert to normal."
"Right… so, you started screaming for us to run when you caught on fire. You realized you were losing control!" 'N' rationalized. Mad Dawg just blinked in surprise.
"What? No! Dude! I was ON FIRE!" He exclaimed, then coughed aggressively. "I didn't want you guys getting hurt! Screw what happened to me!"
"I am… I am so confused." Chunk spoke up again, voicing everyone's current situation. "So… you're telling us you were calm during the shoot, as a giant monster-dog-thing, because you did monster yoga or something?"
"Uh… heh… right…" Mad Dawg said, seeming sheepish all of a sudden. "You guys remember the six pans of brownies I ate across the day?"
"Yeah. What about- Oh." Luna began but cut herself off when something clicked. "Oh…"
"Yeah…"
"Well then…"
"Thing is, that wasn't supposed to happen. Me showing up as that thing." Mad dawg sighed, rubbing his face. "I actually did have a costume, I was wearing it as I headed over to the shoot. But then…" Mad Dawg sighed and trailed off. "My better self got caught up in something. I saw this woman getting mugged, and I went to stop the guy. He threatened me, nothing new, but when he threatened the woman… something snapped. For the first time in probably ages, that beast and I agreed on the same thing."
"And that's why you showed up as that beast." 'N' concluded, and Mad Dawg nodded in confirmation.
"I was almost there, and I wasn't able to run off, change back to normal, text you guys I'd be late, then find something else to wear, I figured… Screw it. Wither this worked, or I'd end up passed out on a floor, and I'd leave this town by the end of the week."
Lynn Sr. seemed like he wanted to say something, but Mad Dawg beat him too it.
"It's been real fun hanging out with you guys, but… I think we have to call it quits here." He remarked with a frown. "I ain't saying we're not friends anymore, but I… I need some time, y'know?"
Judging by the reaction on the Loud parent's faces, that wasn't what he was planning on saying.
Whoops.
"That's… fair." Lincoln sighed, knowing that the mutant was right. Not only was there going to be a ton of questions from the hospital staff, but when he eventually got out of here, it was possible for things to go back to normal immediately. "Just… remember what you told Luna, y'know? Don't blame yourself too much."
"Yeah, yeah. I know, I know." Mad Dawg muttered. "I've been through the bad blood dance one too many times. I just… I need to figure out how I'm supposed to live without the people I care for getting hurt."
As a nurse arrived to replace some of his bandages, the visitors decided that was a good a time as any to take their leave. Most of them had questions, but they knew now wasn't the time to ask them. As they left, Mad Dawg noticed Lori giving him a look that seemed… dangerous.
"Whatever…"
Leaning back in his bed, he noticed Chunk, 'N' and Luna were the last to go. "Yo, Chunk!" He called, getting the roadies attention. "That last few bits we filmed, was it in focus?"
"Uh, yeah. We got a pretty good shot of you getting lit on fire." He remarked, somewhat sarcastically. "Why?"
"Awesome." Mad Dawg grinned. "This music video is gonna be legendary!"
Chunk blinked, shocked at what Dawg was saying, then grinned himself.
"You know it dude!" He replied with a nod, flashing him a 'rock on' sign before leaving the room.
As the Louds waited in the lobby for Lynn Sr. to get the van, Luna noticed Lori seemed really… agitated, might be the best word for how she seemed to be feeling right now.
"Hey, you okay?" She asked a raised brow being the only sign of curiosity.
"No. Not really." Lori frowned. "And I'm really surprised I'M the only one who seems upset by what just happened."
"What? That Dawg saved Sam's life and got horrifically burned trying to protect someone? Yeah, I have no issues with it." The rocker replied sarcastically.
"Luna. I'm telling you this as your older sister, and as someone who cares for you. DO. NOT. Hang around with that… thing… anymore. He's going to get you, Sam and everyone else killed!"
Luna's whole body recoiled in disgust as she took a step back from her sister.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" She exclaimed, a bit louder than she wanted. "Kace is as human as you or me! HE nearly died SAVING SAM'S LIFE!"
"No, he said it himself. He's a LIVING. WEAPON." Lori countered, her anger rising as well. "I get you live this whole 'rock thing' and you like taking risks a bit more than the rest of us, but Dawg, Kace, or whatever he's calling himself this time is going to get you killed, or worse!"
"…I have never seen this side of you." Luna remarked. "And frankly, I never want to see it again."
"Luna-"
"Don't care. Your two years older than me, but act like all of us can't make our own choices!"
"Maybe if your choices didn't end with a junkie nearly getting you killed that wouldn't be the case!"
The sisters realized most of the others had been listening, as it was hard to ignore their argument, and it was hard to tell who's side they were on. Both sisters glared at one another, and Lori saw something in Luna's eyes that… hurt. She didn't know what or how, or even how to explain it, but there was something…
Rita didn't want to admit to it, but she agreed somewhat with Lori. After what she had seen… she didn't know how to react. What as a parent supposed to do when a bombshell like this got dropped? Sure. He had told them all pretty clearly his past story, but then seeing what he was capable of, what he WAS. How was she supposed to react? This wasn't like when Luna admitted she was dating Sam, this was something that could put a lot of people in danger. But she felt like shutting him out would only push him towards that option.
Unbeknownst to them, Mad Dawg had effectively moved on from this whole issue, now trying to figure out what he needed to do to get out of here. He needed a Hydra Energy, and he felt a real craving for quesadillas.
"Another five-chapter journey?" He thought to himself, then noticed the hospital menu had them. "Oh. Never mind."
Still, in some twist of fate, Mad Dawg was walking away from a near death experience as casually as someone walked away from a bad blind date. Namely, ignoring the horrible mistake you made, and quickly finding the solution so you can move on with your life. However, he noted something seemed off with the Louds, but it seemed like a 'them' problem.
"Alright." Mad dawg thought, looking out the window, beginning to formulate an escape plan. "How high up are we? If we're at the second or possibly third level, I should be able to survive a fall from that height, and my healing factor should kick in quick enough that I could run off…"
