"A werewolf?" Mark asked. "Well, well little sister, you sure to keep interesting friends."
Lita glared and hissed at him. She had heard of the Pleasantville Werewolf and was a little shocked to find that it was Tommy, but she didn't let it show,
Merton slipped his hand into Lita's, not surprised that her hand was cool compared to his, and squeezed her hand.
Lita squeezed back.
Lita's father ignored all of this and looked directly at Lita. "Lita Lynn Chylde, you're accused of telling a mortal about us. The punishment is death."
Merton growled when he heard this and launched himself at Lita's father. Lita and Tommy tried to stop him.
"No!!" he shouted.
Lita's father caught him in mid air and yanked him in close.
"Did you really think you could hurt me?" he whispered.
"Well I thought I'd give it a shot..." Merton replied offhandedly.
"You wish." he shot back, throwing Merton aside.
Both Tommy and Lita cried out Merton name as he flew through the air and landed with a sickening thud in the cemetery.
They ran over to see if he was all right. They found him crumpled up in front of a few tombstones.
Tommy gently rolled him onto his back.
"Merton? Come on, wake up." Lita said.
Tommy shook Merton as gently as he could. "Merton!!" he growled.
Merton's eyes fluttered open and he groaned. "Did anyone get the license of that semi that hit me?"
"Are you all right?" Lita asked, cradling his head.
"Yeah. As soon as the world stops spinning."
Lita leaned down and gently kissed Merton's cheek.
"Help me get him up." Tommy said.