Disclaimer: I don't own Flint....you know the rest.
AN: Thanks to all who reviewed my story! I'm trying my best to come with one a day, but it looks like this part had to wait a bit.....A big arigato to Turquoise Fighter for all the great advice! ^_~ Now, here's part 5!
The Fabled Were-Sara part 5
Tony Goodman, Murlock, Pterri and Get-A-Long all watched with wide eyes as the dwarfish neanderthal practially inhaled his food. " Geez....how does it do it? Where does it all go?" Tony mused.
" Those, my friend, will have to wait quite some time before they can be answered," Pterri informed.
" God, Pterri, don't you know sarcasm when you hear it?" Tony scowled. Murlock rose from his seat.
" Hey, hey, hey....no need to take it out on the little lizard, okay?" The flying robot raised a corrective wing.
" Uh, actually, I'm a pteradac--"
" Since when did you become my mom?!"
" Never! Besides, I feel sorry for the poor woman who had to raise you! I'll bet you were a brat!"
" Was not! Anyway, if I was your parents I'd feel really good that my son drank blood!"
" I'll have you know that my clan never drinks blood! We've evolved beyond that trivial point!"
" Trivial!? Then how the hell do you survive?!"
" We survive using other methods which are really NONE OF YOUR BUISNESS!!!"
" OH YEAH?!?"
" YEAH!!!"
" OH YE--"
" STOP FIGHTING!!!!" Everyone's eyes fell upon Get-A-Long. " Look," she ordered. " I know that we're all a little bit edgy about what happened to Sara, and the not-so-good recovery of the time shifter, but we need to work together!"
" She's right," Flint replied, wiping off his face. "We need to find out how to get Sara back from being a werewolf." The entire tavern went quiet. One brave villager rose.
" D-D-Did you just say....werewolf?" Flint wore a lop sided grin.
" Yep! We sure did! Her name is Sara and she's a werewolf now!" Another villager spoke up.
" A-Are you werewolf hunters?" Suddenly, the tavern door burst open; an ominous shadow filling the doorway. Stepping into the light, they could see a large, burly man, with stubble on his face and short but gringy black hair. His stone cold face suddenly lit up with laughter.
" You call THOSE little things werewolf hunters!?!" He choked, his barrel chest heaving as he laughed. " Why, I wouldn't even call them squirrel hunters!!" The man joked, poking Tony in the chest. Unfortunly, the man was so large that Tony went flying into a table. Pterri panicked.
" Tony! Are you alright?!" The young boy groaned, rubbing his tender backside.
" Yeah...I think so." Get-A-Long glared hatefully at the newcomer.
" Who do you think you are!?" she demanded. The man once again heaved a mightly chuckle.
" Allow me to introduce myself, little imp," he replied. " I am the great Bunyan! World renowned werewolf hunter!" The group gasped, and huddled into a small gathering.
" Uh oh..." Tony began. " A werewolf hunter! If he gets to Sara first, she's as good as gone!" Pterri nodded, his tiny crimson head bobbing up and down.
" You're right Tony-it's our mission to find Sara and bring her to safety before this Bunyan fellow does!"Murlock stayed quiet, a slight smirk on his face. Bindi narrowed her eyes.
" Uh oh, I know that look, Merlie....." she scolded. " You have a plan, don't you?" Murlock winked at his companion. Wordlessly, he rose from the huddle to present himself in front of the crowd.
" Fear not, gentle citizens, " he announced. " Using my accute (and much better) vampire senses, me and my disciples...."
" Who're you calling disciples!?!"
" *ahem*...as I was saying, we will find this werewolf so she will bother you no more!" Murlock flashed his fang, waiting for the usual cheers accomponied with his speeches. Instead, all he recieved was a deathly silence.
" He's a vampire!"
" Kill him!"
" Quick! Someone get my cross!" Although Murlock was invulnerable to such stereotypical weaknesses such as garlic and crosses, he didn't want to face the superstitious wrath of the village inhabitants. Throughout the entire forest,all that could be heard was the panicked screams and shouts of Flint, Tony, Murlock, Pterri, Get-A-Long and Bindi.
After the time buerau gang was gone, Bunyan took a seat for himself and motioned the inn-keeper for an ale. ' Huh, another werewolf rears it's ugly head,' he thought hatefully. ' Stupid filthy creatures. Oh well-the Lord will punish them for their hanious crimes againts humanity.' The inn keeper arrived with his ale, gently setting it down on the cedar table. He stuck out a hand, ordering Bunyan half-heartedly for a few gold pieces. The burly hunter glared at the bartender. " Hey, I'm saving your God-Damned village, aren't I? I at least deserve a free ale." The inn keeper rolled his eyes and walked away. Bunyan could hear the comments the man was making.
" Damn bloody werewolf hunters. Think they're all that until someone finds their shredded corpse after a full moon." Bunyan shrugged off the insult. He finished the bitter drink in minutes; eager to start what he was famous for. He slowly made his way to the door, feeling everyone's eyes burning holes into his back.
" Do not worry, my friends," he announced. " I promise you that I will find this werewolf and blast it straight to hell!" A ferocious cheer arose from the anxious crowd, as Bunyan, rifle in hand, made his way into the forest.
Only a few feet away, a pair of once sorrowful green eyes were burning with hatred. A small wolf sniffed the air. " Do not worry about him," it cooed. " Hey will be easy prey." The other figure bared its fangs, anxious for the hunt. Sara Goodman and Lupie both sang their songs, alerting others that the hunt would soon begin.
Furthur down the road, Pterri froze in mid-flight. " Did you guys hear that?" inquired the robotic dinosaur. Flint slowly nodded.
" Yeah, I heard it too....." He trailed off. " Wait! The other song.....Sara!" Everyone arched an eyebrow.
" Care to elaborate?" asked Tony, secretly excited that his sister might be nearby. Flint turned to his fellow classmate, time detective and friend.
" That howling....there are two songs, or, two different people. I can hear Sara's voice in one of those songs." Flint cocked his head to one side. " Can't you?" Tony sweatdropped.
" Not exactly..."
" Well, I can. The songs were coming from that way. Come on, there's no time to waste." Murlock began walking towards their desired destination. The rest followed en suite. Now, with many others joining in the lunar choir, the endless chorus could be heard all throughout the night, the ivory moon hanging full and fat in the cloudless sky.
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Well, what'cha think? Sorry this part was a little late. Been staying at a friend's house...not enough sleep....you do the math. Oh - a couple of footnotes:
1.) Someone pointed out in part 3 when Tony said " Hey, I got a C+ in first aid!"....Yes, I did get that from Sailor Moon...^_^; Please don't sue!
2.) For the small amout of BoF3 (Breath of Fire 3) fans out there, Bunyan the werewolf hunter is based a LOT on the woodcutter of the same name.
Thanks for all your support everyone! Hopefully, you won't have to wait that long for the next part. The wheels in my little wolf brain are a-turnin'!
Ly the werewolf
AN: Thanks to all who reviewed my story! I'm trying my best to come with one a day, but it looks like this part had to wait a bit.....A big arigato to Turquoise Fighter for all the great advice! ^_~ Now, here's part 5!
The Fabled Were-Sara part 5
Tony Goodman, Murlock, Pterri and Get-A-Long all watched with wide eyes as the dwarfish neanderthal practially inhaled his food. " Geez....how does it do it? Where does it all go?" Tony mused.
" Those, my friend, will have to wait quite some time before they can be answered," Pterri informed.
" God, Pterri, don't you know sarcasm when you hear it?" Tony scowled. Murlock rose from his seat.
" Hey, hey, hey....no need to take it out on the little lizard, okay?" The flying robot raised a corrective wing.
" Uh, actually, I'm a pteradac--"
" Since when did you become my mom?!"
" Never! Besides, I feel sorry for the poor woman who had to raise you! I'll bet you were a brat!"
" Was not! Anyway, if I was your parents I'd feel really good that my son drank blood!"
" I'll have you know that my clan never drinks blood! We've evolved beyond that trivial point!"
" Trivial!? Then how the hell do you survive?!"
" We survive using other methods which are really NONE OF YOUR BUISNESS!!!"
" OH YEAH?!?"
" YEAH!!!"
" OH YE--"
" STOP FIGHTING!!!!" Everyone's eyes fell upon Get-A-Long. " Look," she ordered. " I know that we're all a little bit edgy about what happened to Sara, and the not-so-good recovery of the time shifter, but we need to work together!"
" She's right," Flint replied, wiping off his face. "We need to find out how to get Sara back from being a werewolf." The entire tavern went quiet. One brave villager rose.
" D-D-Did you just say....werewolf?" Flint wore a lop sided grin.
" Yep! We sure did! Her name is Sara and she's a werewolf now!" Another villager spoke up.
" A-Are you werewolf hunters?" Suddenly, the tavern door burst open; an ominous shadow filling the doorway. Stepping into the light, they could see a large, burly man, with stubble on his face and short but gringy black hair. His stone cold face suddenly lit up with laughter.
" You call THOSE little things werewolf hunters!?!" He choked, his barrel chest heaving as he laughed. " Why, I wouldn't even call them squirrel hunters!!" The man joked, poking Tony in the chest. Unfortunly, the man was so large that Tony went flying into a table. Pterri panicked.
" Tony! Are you alright?!" The young boy groaned, rubbing his tender backside.
" Yeah...I think so." Get-A-Long glared hatefully at the newcomer.
" Who do you think you are!?" she demanded. The man once again heaved a mightly chuckle.
" Allow me to introduce myself, little imp," he replied. " I am the great Bunyan! World renowned werewolf hunter!" The group gasped, and huddled into a small gathering.
" Uh oh..." Tony began. " A werewolf hunter! If he gets to Sara first, she's as good as gone!" Pterri nodded, his tiny crimson head bobbing up and down.
" You're right Tony-it's our mission to find Sara and bring her to safety before this Bunyan fellow does!"Murlock stayed quiet, a slight smirk on his face. Bindi narrowed her eyes.
" Uh oh, I know that look, Merlie....." she scolded. " You have a plan, don't you?" Murlock winked at his companion. Wordlessly, he rose from the huddle to present himself in front of the crowd.
" Fear not, gentle citizens, " he announced. " Using my accute (and much better) vampire senses, me and my disciples...."
" Who're you calling disciples!?!"
" *ahem*...as I was saying, we will find this werewolf so she will bother you no more!" Murlock flashed his fang, waiting for the usual cheers accomponied with his speeches. Instead, all he recieved was a deathly silence.
" He's a vampire!"
" Kill him!"
" Quick! Someone get my cross!" Although Murlock was invulnerable to such stereotypical weaknesses such as garlic and crosses, he didn't want to face the superstitious wrath of the village inhabitants. Throughout the entire forest,all that could be heard was the panicked screams and shouts of Flint, Tony, Murlock, Pterri, Get-A-Long and Bindi.
After the time buerau gang was gone, Bunyan took a seat for himself and motioned the inn-keeper for an ale. ' Huh, another werewolf rears it's ugly head,' he thought hatefully. ' Stupid filthy creatures. Oh well-the Lord will punish them for their hanious crimes againts humanity.' The inn keeper arrived with his ale, gently setting it down on the cedar table. He stuck out a hand, ordering Bunyan half-heartedly for a few gold pieces. The burly hunter glared at the bartender. " Hey, I'm saving your God-Damned village, aren't I? I at least deserve a free ale." The inn keeper rolled his eyes and walked away. Bunyan could hear the comments the man was making.
" Damn bloody werewolf hunters. Think they're all that until someone finds their shredded corpse after a full moon." Bunyan shrugged off the insult. He finished the bitter drink in minutes; eager to start what he was famous for. He slowly made his way to the door, feeling everyone's eyes burning holes into his back.
" Do not worry, my friends," he announced. " I promise you that I will find this werewolf and blast it straight to hell!" A ferocious cheer arose from the anxious crowd, as Bunyan, rifle in hand, made his way into the forest.
Only a few feet away, a pair of once sorrowful green eyes were burning with hatred. A small wolf sniffed the air. " Do not worry about him," it cooed. " Hey will be easy prey." The other figure bared its fangs, anxious for the hunt. Sara Goodman and Lupie both sang their songs, alerting others that the hunt would soon begin.
Furthur down the road, Pterri froze in mid-flight. " Did you guys hear that?" inquired the robotic dinosaur. Flint slowly nodded.
" Yeah, I heard it too....." He trailed off. " Wait! The other song.....Sara!" Everyone arched an eyebrow.
" Care to elaborate?" asked Tony, secretly excited that his sister might be nearby. Flint turned to his fellow classmate, time detective and friend.
" That howling....there are two songs, or, two different people. I can hear Sara's voice in one of those songs." Flint cocked his head to one side. " Can't you?" Tony sweatdropped.
" Not exactly..."
" Well, I can. The songs were coming from that way. Come on, there's no time to waste." Murlock began walking towards their desired destination. The rest followed en suite. Now, with many others joining in the lunar choir, the endless chorus could be heard all throughout the night, the ivory moon hanging full and fat in the cloudless sky.
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Well, what'cha think? Sorry this part was a little late. Been staying at a friend's house...not enough sleep....you do the math. Oh - a couple of footnotes:
1.) Someone pointed out in part 3 when Tony said " Hey, I got a C+ in first aid!"....Yes, I did get that from Sailor Moon...^_^; Please don't sue!
2.) For the small amout of BoF3 (Breath of Fire 3) fans out there, Bunyan the werewolf hunter is based a LOT on the woodcutter of the same name.
Thanks for all your support everyone! Hopefully, you won't have to wait that long for the next part. The wheels in my little wolf brain are a-turnin'!
Ly the werewolf