GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOWWWWLLL!
"What was that?" Tom wondered aloud. The question wasn't necessary. They all knew very well what had made the growl.
"Oh God, not now..." murmured Willows. "Men! Into the town! Find weapons! Lionel, you stay in the SUV and pray he doesn't find you."
Lionel shook his head and revealed his 9mm. "I'm armed, I can help."
Willows took the gun and nodded, "Yeah, you can help by waiting in the car. Go!"
Lionel waited for a moment, but finally decided to obey her orders. He made a dash for the SUV and successfully got inside and locked the doors.
Meanwhile, the troops were going door-to-door asking for weapons, but most of the neighbors turned them away. Omar, however, stumbled upon an abandoned (it looked abandoned, anyway) construction site and found a pipe that had been cut in half, but not evenly, resulting in a sharpened end. He smiled and ran back to Willows.
Derrick managed to borrow a baseball bat. Robinson finally tired of having doors shut in his face and ran deeper into the town to look for the sheriff's office. Tom found a somewhat sharp stick. Derrick and Tom met up with Willows and Omar in a clearing just outside the town.
"Uhh... wait, where's the wolf?" asked Omar, dumbfounded.
A low, unearthly growl came from behind. Omar whimpered, "Right. Okay, behind us. I'll count to..."
Willows swirled around and fired three shots, but Ellem the Wolf managed to predict her move and leapt out of the way. Omar was the closest and charged Ellem. He slammed the pipe into the side of Ellem's skull, disorienting the wolf for a moment. Ellem managed to push Omar away.
Tom was next. He gave a combat call and charged Ellem, driving the stick into Ellem's chest. It merely shattered into splinters.
Derrick snuck up from behind and slammed the bat onto his skull. It too broke, but not without effect. Ellem howled in pain and leapt away, landing just beside the SUV.
Lionel responded to his survival instincts and reached for the keys from the cup holder. He'd just picked them up when the wolf shook off his daze and looked at the SUV. He roared just as Lionel slammed the key into the slot and turned on the car, the engine purring loudly. He shifted into DRIVE and crushed the accelerator into the floor.
Ellem was too busy to run after one pathetic human. He would deal with the ones he was facing now.
Willows quickly checked how many bullets were left in her clip. Only three silver ones left – she'd have to make them count. She surveyed her surroundings: a rock – that's what she was hiding behind. Around the rock was barren land – the clearing by the road that led into the small town. Surrounding the town – forest. No, it wasn't the big picture she wanted to look at. Not that big anyway.
Omar – lying a few feet away from her on the ground, slowly building up energy and the courage to attack the wolf again. Tom and Derrick stood side-by-side in front of the rock, carefully trying to walk out of the way.
Ellem growled, then roared. He was confused – good. He was giving into primal, well, canine instincts and abandoning his human consciousness. That'd be the ideal scenario, anyway.
Omar, finally sick of waiting, charged Ellem holding the sharpened end of the pipe out in front of him. He struck! The pipe went clean through the fur and the tough skin, through his internal organs, and out the other side.
But he hadn't caused any damage. #%! All that preparation and he'd only managed to drive a pole through his body? No bleeding, no moaning, no... oh, dear Jesus...
Ellem ripped the pipe out of chest and slammed it into Omar's skull. At first, it looked like he'd only been knocked unconscious. He'd come out with a mild concussion at the worst. Willows couldn't see that his neck had been horrendously turned 180 degrees before snapping back into place once he'd hit the ground. Blood squirted everywhere – out of his mouth, his nose, and his ears...
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Three silver-tipped bullets left the barrel of the 9mm and flew silently through the air, finally reaching their target less than a second later. Pummeling through his body at an incredible speed and with tremendous force, Ellem had no time to react. The silver did its work and he sank to the ground, changing back into his human form. Seconds from death, Ellem curled into a fetal position and shivered. "So cold..." he whimpered. "So cold..."
Willows fought back the tears. It was over at last. But it wasn't time to mourn the dead. Not just yet.
"What was that?" Tom wondered aloud. The question wasn't necessary. They all knew very well what had made the growl.
"Oh God, not now..." murmured Willows. "Men! Into the town! Find weapons! Lionel, you stay in the SUV and pray he doesn't find you."
Lionel shook his head and revealed his 9mm. "I'm armed, I can help."
Willows took the gun and nodded, "Yeah, you can help by waiting in the car. Go!"
Lionel waited for a moment, but finally decided to obey her orders. He made a dash for the SUV and successfully got inside and locked the doors.
Meanwhile, the troops were going door-to-door asking for weapons, but most of the neighbors turned them away. Omar, however, stumbled upon an abandoned (it looked abandoned, anyway) construction site and found a pipe that had been cut in half, but not evenly, resulting in a sharpened end. He smiled and ran back to Willows.
Derrick managed to borrow a baseball bat. Robinson finally tired of having doors shut in his face and ran deeper into the town to look for the sheriff's office. Tom found a somewhat sharp stick. Derrick and Tom met up with Willows and Omar in a clearing just outside the town.
"Uhh... wait, where's the wolf?" asked Omar, dumbfounded.
A low, unearthly growl came from behind. Omar whimpered, "Right. Okay, behind us. I'll count to..."
Willows swirled around and fired three shots, but Ellem the Wolf managed to predict her move and leapt out of the way. Omar was the closest and charged Ellem. He slammed the pipe into the side of Ellem's skull, disorienting the wolf for a moment. Ellem managed to push Omar away.
Tom was next. He gave a combat call and charged Ellem, driving the stick into Ellem's chest. It merely shattered into splinters.
Derrick snuck up from behind and slammed the bat onto his skull. It too broke, but not without effect. Ellem howled in pain and leapt away, landing just beside the SUV.
Lionel responded to his survival instincts and reached for the keys from the cup holder. He'd just picked them up when the wolf shook off his daze and looked at the SUV. He roared just as Lionel slammed the key into the slot and turned on the car, the engine purring loudly. He shifted into DRIVE and crushed the accelerator into the floor.
Ellem was too busy to run after one pathetic human. He would deal with the ones he was facing now.
Willows quickly checked how many bullets were left in her clip. Only three silver ones left – she'd have to make them count. She surveyed her surroundings: a rock – that's what she was hiding behind. Around the rock was barren land – the clearing by the road that led into the small town. Surrounding the town – forest. No, it wasn't the big picture she wanted to look at. Not that big anyway.
Omar – lying a few feet away from her on the ground, slowly building up energy and the courage to attack the wolf again. Tom and Derrick stood side-by-side in front of the rock, carefully trying to walk out of the way.
Ellem growled, then roared. He was confused – good. He was giving into primal, well, canine instincts and abandoning his human consciousness. That'd be the ideal scenario, anyway.
Omar, finally sick of waiting, charged Ellem holding the sharpened end of the pipe out in front of him. He struck! The pipe went clean through the fur and the tough skin, through his internal organs, and out the other side.
But he hadn't caused any damage. #%! All that preparation and he'd only managed to drive a pole through his body? No bleeding, no moaning, no... oh, dear Jesus...
Ellem ripped the pipe out of chest and slammed it into Omar's skull. At first, it looked like he'd only been knocked unconscious. He'd come out with a mild concussion at the worst. Willows couldn't see that his neck had been horrendously turned 180 degrees before snapping back into place once he'd hit the ground. Blood squirted everywhere – out of his mouth, his nose, and his ears...
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Three silver-tipped bullets left the barrel of the 9mm and flew silently through the air, finally reaching their target less than a second later. Pummeling through his body at an incredible speed and with tremendous force, Ellem had no time to react. The silver did its work and he sank to the ground, changing back into his human form. Seconds from death, Ellem curled into a fetal position and shivered. "So cold..." he whimpered. "So cold..."
Willows fought back the tears. It was over at last. But it wasn't time to mourn the dead. Not just yet.