A/N: Okay, I have a few things to say. One, I apologize to Wolfenheim, because indeed my story seems rather alike to The Werewolf's Fury. Sorry, Wolfenheim, and all those other Hamtaro horror fics that are like The Werewolf's Fury, oh yeah and like Parsec's The HamWraith! Those are very good stories, I highly recommend them! Two, like most authors, the more reviews, the more writing I do. Heh heh. And finally, I would like to clear this up before any accusations start that this story will NOT be exactly like The Werewolf's Fury and The HamWraith. Yes, they all have "monsters" and stuff, but it will not seem so similar once we get deep into the story. I hope.

THANKS BUNNI OF THE DARK FOR BEING MY FIRST REVIEWER! Thanks Wolfenheim for being my second, and NO WAY! for being my third! Oh yes, how can I forget sparkleshine101? I wuff you guys!

So on with the second chapter of WANTED- TOURNIQUET.

All of the Ham-Hams hesitated at the question; yes, of course they wanted to find Howdy, but they were scared of what might of happened to the jokester and feared that the worst may happen to one of them. Hamtaro found some grass stalks and passed them out. "Whoever has the two shortest grass pieces will go look for Howdy." He said. They picked their grass stalk randomly. 10 shouts of, "THANK GOODNESS!" were heard. Two voices sighed inwardly. Cappy and Oxnard revealed their stalks reluctantly. "We better get famous for this…" Oxnard grumbled. Cappy, the poor young 'un, still had no idea what was going on. "Why is everyone looking at me?" he asked Oxnard. Oxnard shook his head sadly, and spoke softly. "We're going to get Howdy." Bijou looked at the young boy fearfully. "He's too young… not Cappy…" she whispered.

Oxnard and Cappy, as quiet as possible, made their way up the stairs. They tiptoed down the hall, so deadly quiet, not daring even to breathe. The silence was becoming unbearable, but-

Squiiiiish….

Cappy looked down, and his eyes widened at what he saw. They were remains of Howdy, surrounded in a pool of blood, bones, and flesh underneath his very feet. Oxnard, beside Cappy, gawked and froze on the spot. Cappy instinctively turned around and ran. Oxnard followed pursuit, but it seemed so that he had eaten one seed too many and tripped. He got up almost immediately, just as Cappy reached the stairs, but wolf had emerged and was dragging Oxnard into the everlasting darkness, fortunately overlooking Cappy.

Oxnard tried desperately to scream, yell, shout, but couldn't. The wolf cut a gash in the hamster's chest, tearing right through the ribcage and piercing the lungs. Oxnard coughed up blood, choked out a strangled gasp, and watched in absolute horror as the wolf feasted on his organs. The wolf amusedly ripped out his beating heart, listening to its last few beats, and ate it. Oxnard, without having his heart, died. The carnivorous being took a bone from the corpse and gnawed on it rather vigorously. It sank its jaws into the soft flesh, enjoying the flavor and rich taste in Oxnard's fat. Biting on the eyeballs, the wolf squirted the jelly-like substance into its mouth. This had created quite a mess… yet the wolf was a decent being and had enough common sense to hide his meals after this incident. The hamsters most likely knew of his being there. But that was where the real fun began.

Cappy stumbled down the stairs. He had witnessed the death, the WHOLE thing, of Oxnard. Boss tried to calm the terrified boy. "Oh, oh it was so, s-s-so horrible and sickening, and there was this creature and I saw it eat Oxnard and-" Boss cut him off. "WOAH there! You say it ATE our buddy?" Cappy nodded tearfully. "I only made it alive because I freaked out because I stepped on Howdy's dead body." Cappy sniffed. Boss just stared in disbelief. Everyone else did, too. "That means… that most likely Howdy was eaten too… and by the same wolf-thing that ate Oxy." Then Maxwell started to sob, long and loud. "Its my faaaauuult! My faaaauuuult! Howdy's dead because of me! Stupid me!" he moaned, as Sandy went to comfort him. Dexter put on a distant look. "I regret having all those arguments with him…" Hamtaro broke down. "Oxy, my best friend! He's gooone, gone, gone!" he cried as well. Bijou and Boss tried to comfort the orange and white hamster. "It's okay Hamtaro. We're all sad," Bijou coaxed. The lights flickered, the storm was becoming worse. By the looks of it, it was becoming much, much worse.

The wolf, up on its secret spot on the ceiling, planned his next meal. The fat one was rather delectable. Juicy, meat-rich, luscious, the works.

Penelope sighed to herself, wishing that she wasn't so small that she could do something. Then something caught her eyes. The book! Daggers, Monsters, Murders, and Things! The creepy looking reference book. She tugged on Pashmina's scarf gently. "Okwee!" she said urgently, handing Pashmina the book. The scarf girl gasped. "Maxwell, would Wolf Murders be included in this book?" she inquired. Maxwell glanced up. "YEAAAGH! Why didn't I think of it before!" Maxwell took the book and started flipping through the pages. "Cappy, describe what the wolf looked like." He ordered, though in a hushed tone. Cappy nodded. In the same hushed tone like Maxwell he described the horrendous details. "Shaggy, awfully dirty gray-black, some places actually a shiny silver, hollow, big, yellow eyes, an incredibly large jawbone, with big, sharp, red teeth! It had GINORMOUS claws, too. Aaaand I think that's it." Cappy finished. (A/N: Remember, Cappy isn't that much older than Penelope, and says things like GINORMOUS.) Maxwell nodded, and turned to various section of the thick book. "Mmm, mmm, yes, here we go. The Silver Gray Wolf. 'A very small creature, usually vegetarian, but when diseased with Rabies, it craves small rodents or runty kittens; just about anything smaller than it. If Rabies infected Silver Gray manages just the tiniest scratch on another living being, then within minutes the scratched or wounded being is diseased as well. The disease also spreads if a living being has an open cut and a Silver Gray come in contact with the cut.' You know what that means…" Maxwell paused. "We'll have to try and steer clear of the thing. If it weren't for the storm, we'd just run for our lives home. Silver Grays also have very sensitive hearing. So we must all be very quiet."

Nobody even dared yawn.

The next few minutes were mostly silence, for fear of catching the attention of the wolf. Unknown to them, unfortunately, the wolf was already setting his next kill into action. The Silver Gray approached the stairs, mixing and merging with the shadows so he remained unseen. Focusing on the spectacle-marked one, he strode slowly towards him. Yet Dexter, having an owner who worked with lenses so the hamster had an extremely perfect-type vision. Dexter almost immediately noticed something wrong. The wolf, also having extremely good eyesight noticed that Dexter noticed something out of place. Or, in place as the situation is. Dexter started to call out, mention his uneasy feelings, when the Silver Gray pounced. Not really wanting attention, but not caring if anyone saw as because it wouldn't affect his plan anyhow, the wolf sank its teeth into Dexter's neck. 'Geeyaaaaaaghuuuurrrrghhh….!" Dexter spluttered. Everyone turned, and terror hit their eyes, and not just their minds. Pashmina, dropping to her knees, she cried, "I love you, Dex!" Dexter muster all his remaining strength to gasp, "I love you, too…" The wolf then and there, sank his teeth right through his neck so teeth met teeth and Dexter's head plopped onto the ground with a blood-splattering, gut churning sound. Though so gruesome a scene, no Ham-Ham could tear their eyes away from the scarring sight. The wolf eyed the hams, then sparingly leapt away to eat in peace. Pashmina's cheeks were now ultimately tearstained, and she turned to face Maxwell. "How can you kill it!" she whispered in a menacing voice. Maxwell, understanding Pashmina's grief and hatred, and most of all, revenge, and set of to finding the reference of the death of the Silver Gray.

Minutes and several seconds later, Maxwell cleared his throat, but quietly. "It says here," he whispered, "that in order for it to be killed and to never 'just' regenerate body parts and live again, is for the wolf must be poisoned with a special poison. It is call, GUNPOWDER. I believe we may have some, but in case of fires, we had stored it away… in the cellar… oh crap…" Maxwell continued reading. "It also says, that Silver Grays absolutely despise light. Loathe it with a burning passion. Especially light from fires. Well, back to the subject about gunpowder. I think the most effective way to kill it and it's soul is to make it eat lots of gunpowder, then set it on fire. Then, BOOM! Wolf explodes." Every Ham appealed the plan. Maxwell thought for several more minutes, while the other Ham-Hams fidgeted and waiting. Maxwell suddenly jerked up, looked at all the Ham-Hams, and whispered excitedly, "Here's what we do…"

The wolf finally ripped apart Dexter's insides after procrastinating for some time. How I love the guts of a hardworking hamster… the Silver Gray thought smiling inwardly. I can hardly wait for my new information to come! Gleefully, the wolf polished off the rest of Dexter. Pacing and watching over the hamsters, he waited for his information and the right moment for his next murder. I love eating the innocents, the wolf growled to itself in amusement as it knew so much the hamsters would given so much to know. The wolf laughed a strange laugh, and almost pitied the hamsters for a moment. Obviously, the wolf dismissed the thought and went back to its usual nap.

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Meanwhile With The Hams

The Ham-Hams held a miniature funeral for Howdy and Oxnard, but rushed it as it was nearing to plan time. They saw the wolf, just barely, and set the plan into full action...

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