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Chapter 7

Wanted- Tourniquet.

Boss looked at the item clenched in his fist. The dagger was soaked with paralyzing poison, and Boss stared at it, his eyes focused on the item, the last item his friend Panda had made. Shaking his head with a depressed and deplored motion, he set carefully set the item aside. Shuffling a little bit closer to Bijou, without her knowing, he relaxed. But only by a small amount. Stan held the most sickening item of all, and Boss could tell he wasn't very honored. In fact, Stan seemed so uncomfortable with it, he set it down and scooted away from it, about an arm's length. Hamtaro tilted his head back, and started to speak. Something was desperately need to break the silence.

"You guys, we shouldn't be wasting our time just sitting around, being quiet. We need to think of a plan. A real, flawless plan. Or, at least as flawless as the plan… A plan could get." Bijou nodded halfheartedly, but who could blame her? All of her best friends were dead, eaten/murdered. Penelope was the only one remaining.

"That would be best, non?" Bijou mumbled, looking down upon her lap, where the young one sat, forlorn, and looking downhearted. The remaining of the once fourteen hamsters nodded solemnly. All their enthusiasm had been sucked out of them long ago, as fast as sucking orange juice from a straw after you've just won the marathon, beating the record by three minutes. Stan took a deep breath.

"Um, well, I think that no one should go up there, unless they wish to commit suicide…" Stan paused, waiting for a response from the Hams. A simultaneous, swift nod came from all of them, even Penelope. "So, when the beast is feeling ravenous it'd have to come down here. I've got that… knife…, and Boss has the dagger. Plus, with the paralyzing stuff on it, if it (being the Silver Gray wolf, not Boss) gets stabbed, it'll get paralyzed, buying us enough time to find a better haven. It should stay paralyzed for about six or seven minutes. The venom does its deadly deeds pretty instantaneously." Hamtaro forced a half-grin, and turned his head to Boss, as he made a weird noise, resembling a strangled, "Eeps!"

Boss cleared his throat, new information just waiting to be heard. Once he was sure he had everyone's attention, he began to share his realizations. "Um, I discovered that the venom not just paralyzes, but that it heals wounds quickly, and I mean QUICK. Count to twenty, then there'll just be a scab. This is because you won't have enough time to get rid of the venom, and by the time you've the scab off the venom would have already spread." So I really better not cut myself with this thing… Boss thought, a frown forming on his mouth.

"A alacritous response to the new wound, huh?" Hamtaro managed to say without his voice breaking. Cappy groaned.

"Stop using big words!" the capped one complained. Bijou smiled a little, finding the confused hamster rather amusing.

Stan continued. "So, I'm saying, if the wolf comes down here, we'll be ready for it. I would think that the wolf would plan on attacking by surprise. If it doesn't, then just be on your guard. You never know when it plans to strike." Boss and Hamtaro nodded vigorously, and Bijou nodded feebly, the fear and worry shone in her eyes conspicuously. Cappy and Penelope just sat there, watching the tiger-striped hamster intently. Stan half nodded himself, and he spoke again, taking the role as instructor. "Oh yeah, when the wolf comes down here, if it comes down here, me and Boss will try to stab it with the weapons. Hamtaro, I'm sorry for dubbing you this, but you will be the one with the most difficult and dangerous job. Since you are the most agile of us all, you will be the one hamster to," Stan paused dramatically, and Hamtaro sighed impatiently.

"Get ONE with it, Stan. It could attack at any moment!" Hamtaro complained, folding his arms.

Stan nodded curtly, and continued with his preposition. "Hamtaro, you have to put the gunpowder in the wolf's mouth, plus making sure it swallows it." Bijou's eyes widened, her mouth slowly dropped, and a weak, "No!" escaped from her voice box. Hamtaro's usual bubbly complexion turned to a serious expression, and little fear peeked through his once bright, innocent eyes. Wishing each other good luck, Bijou, Penelope, Cappy huddled together behind, or more precisely, within the circle Boss, Hamtaro, and Stan made.

Hamtaro took a quick glance at the barrel he held in his hand. This was the only chance, their only chance, that they could escape alive. Their owners must've gone crazy searching for them by this time, freaking out because their hamsters, and their friend's hamsters had disappeared. And there were only a chance of six hamsters to come home alive and well. (Alive and well, but will remain forlorn and depressed for the rest of their days.) It left the remaining hams one choice; the Ham-Hams had to kill the wolf, and they had to do it NOW. Except there was one thing. The wolf hadn't come yet. It was still lurking about somewhere above them, possibly even below or left or right or behind them. You'd never know. It was as silent as a sock, except when it ate or spoke. (Spoke meaning growling, roaring, etc.) By now, quite some time since they had made their formation, and they were getting most impatient. One hamster, the one responsible for all of these traumas, this one hamster, they slipped away, only to return to find another death.

Meanwhile, the Silver Gray itself was becoming pretty impatient. It growled softly to itself, its stomach growling, wanting more flesh, more meat. Argh, my needed information, where are you? When will I get it? Its mind screamed, its impatience getting the better of it. The wolf growled menacingly, and as if on cue, it came. The Silver Gray's mouth curved upward as all the necessary data was being spilled unto it, even though if the news-giver was stumbling on pronunciations. Then the half smile became a full-forward, terrifying grin. Quickly the Info-Giver scurried away. After forming a plan itself, it hid in its usual aphotic areas, following the eternal darkness into a place where the Ham-Hams would never look, never in a lifetime, a place where they would never want to go. There it sat, waiting for the precise moment when it would choose to make its plan spring into action.

Bijou fumbled around, all fumbled, fidgeted, yawned, hopped- basically whatever-ed around. Anything to keep them somewhat alert and awake. The delicate French girl sighed, stopped stretching and bothered to look around the gloomy room. Her eyes rested on the kitchen doorway, leading to the place where Maxwell rested, dead and decaying. She could've sworn she saw a pair of gleaming yellow eyes; Bijou knew that it was possibly just paranoia, but she wasn't about to take any chances. Nor was she going to investigate- that could be the last of her life, if something was there. Instead, she poked Hamtaro, and told him of her findings. Hamtaro told Boss, who whispered the frightening news to Stan. The three 'big' boys nodded at each other. Bracing themselves, they all turned slightly to the left. Boss withheld a gasp; indeed, there was a pair of yellow eyes! He could see them, just barely in the dim light, but they were definitely there. Stan grinned to himself. We got you now. You can see our weapons. If you come out, we'll kill you, like you did my sister, he thought. Unfortunately, Stan was wrong. The second they looked away, the Silver Gray struck.

The wolf let out a long howl, striking wherever his claws would go. Penelope was fast; she jumped to her feet, along with Bijou, and they ran to safety, which was the doorway that Panda had previously had nailed boards on. Bijou kicked down the door with one swift move. Cappy, who was right behind her, gawked at the fragile girl, who blushed, embarrassed. Explaining her actions, Bijou muttered, "Uh, I took Tae Kwon Doe in France." Cappy replied with a small, "Oh." They ran through the door, hoping that the wolf wouldn't come after them. It didn't. Hamtaro tried to open the barrel; he couldn't. The lid was shut, stuck fast. He gave up, and yelled to Stan.

"I can't open it! We'll just have to run, and hope for the best!" Hamtaro cried, flailing his arms. Stan nodded. The Silver Gray stopped for a moment, not expecting what had just occurred. Stan took that moment to stab the knife deep in the wolf's thigh, and taking out the knife, he ran, the knife grazing the wolf's belly, because as Stan ran (A/N: Rhymes!) , he had stuck the knife out, like you take a stick and run the stick alongside gate bars when you go for walks. The wolf howled in pain, and thrashed about wildly. This caught Boss by surprise, and he began to panic. He wanted to buy some time for the other two, and himself, to escape, but he was to scared and freaked to stab, a simple stab, the wolf. Of course, being the noble and loyal hamster he was, he attempted the frightful feat. It appeared that the wolf was still in big pain, a good distraction enough, but if Boss could paralyze it, it would have to bear it's pain being still, so when the venom wore off it would be in more pain than ever, buying them even more time to escape and run away. Even if they didn't kill the wolf immediately, it would eventually die from blood loss. Right? Right?

Boss tried to stab the sanguinary monster. It seemed impossible at that moment, him being scared, the wolf moving too fast, and its leg (the one on Boss' side) lashed out randomly, and it caught the founder of the Ham-Ham clubhouse (which is now a war scene) by surprise. Boss leapt backwards, and giving up on his could've-been-successful plan, he retreated back to the Hams. The wolf, determined to not let them go without having eaten one, limped after Boss, though creating excruciating pain for the wolf, determination rules out all, they say. Boss panicked even more, if that was even possible. His grip on the dagger loosened quite a good deal, considering he was running to escape the jaws of a bloodthirsty beast. For the second time, in fact. But the loose grip on the dagger allowed the deathly (well, wouldn't you consider the item deathly? It could kill… well, could provide time for something to kill it) weapon to swivel around dangerously. As to prove my point, the edge of the dagger sliced the edge of Boss' wrist. Boss winced at the pain, but kept running, the stopped briefly as it dawned on him that he was going to be paralyzed. Hamtaro cried out, preparing to go retrieve the soon-to-be-paralyzed-and-then-possibly-eaten-hamster. Boss forbade him to do so, as his last words said, "No! Go save your self! I'll be fine! Go, no-" but he couldn't finish his sentence as the venom had worked its way through most of Boss' veins, paralyzing him. The others cringed, as it dawned on them, too, that they were about to lose another fellow Ham-Ham.

Hamtaro protested against leaving Boss there. "We can still save him! We can go get him! We can still save Boss!" the orange-and-white hamster cried.

"But the wolf is right there. It would eat us, surely, non?" Bijou pointed out to Hamtaro, softly. "We will miss him…" and with that Hamtaro and Bijou began to weep into each other's arms. Cappy sighed heavily. Penelope stared at Cappy, confused. Wouldn't he be crying his eyes out right now? His role model is about to be- A sickening crunch was heard, and a moan (representing that the paralyzing juice had worn off just before Boss was murdered), and then silence. The only noise heard now was Bijou and Hamtaro's sobbing, and the retreating steps of a wolf having just caught its dinner; captured its prey. –okay, is now dead. Penelope continued to stare at Cappy, wondering when he would begin to cry. A single tear would for her. But no, not one drop of wetness came from either of Cappy's eyes. Just sighs, from the mouth. Even Stan was crying, even though everyone thought he had used up all of his tears when he cried over Sandy. Over all of his deceased friends. Of their friends. Penelope shook it off. She wasn't crying either, and Boss had been one of her favorites', too.

Stan dared peek at the room they had been in just minutes ago. "Oh, my, GOSH!" Hamtaro also looked, to see what was so bad, and nearly fainted. The others gawked. What did they see, you may ask? Something so gruesome, though not so hard for them to figure out what had happened. About this time now, you must be screaming, 'Get on with it!' and such. So I will tell you. Such a horrifying, mortifying sight indeed. The remains of Boss were only his feet and partial bits of his insides, plus a bit of bone still connected to the feet. The dagger lay to the side, as if to run away from the corpse, Heck, it was EVEN a corpse. Blood was pumping out of the feet, and then slowed to a trickle. Bijou gasped…

"He was DISMEMBOWELED from his FEET!" she choked out. The remaining five gave the expression that read, "EW!" But honestly, wouldn't you be disgusted with the sight?

CHOCOLATEBARSCHOCOLATEBARSCHOCOLATEBARS

The wolf limped back to a quiescent place where it could eat the body it had simply separated from the feet. The Silver Gray spat out the now saliva-coated Boss, so it could examine all the damage it had made.

Boss's upper half was still intact for the most part, just… really damp. His mouth was agape, (from the moan), and his eyes were rolled back into his head. His body was cold now- representing death. Putting the body back in its mouth to prevent further loss of perfectly delectable blood, it smiled. Heh, not bad for a damned wolf with a limp and bruises! (A/N: Damned meaning cursed. I don't swear.) Savoring the lukewarm blood pouring down throat, it shuddered with delight. Once having sucked out all of the blood of the corpse (now THAT is the corpse. The feet are just the feet.), it spat out the body, and began picking out the flesh. Same old, same old. Yes, it never gets boring! Boss' body just happened to be packed with muscle, a pleasure to the Silver Gray. Gore flew about every which way, but the wolf didn't really care. Even though the wolf itself was still bleeding from Stan, and the wound still stung quite a bit, it was healing fast. The energy boost had affected the wound, and as soon as the wolf started eating, the stinging dulled quite some. The beast marveled at its healing. That is probably the only good thing about being this wretched thing… creature… it thought, all the while gorging down everything edible on the hamster.

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The Ham-Hams didn't even bother with the funeral this time. All they willed to do was brainstorm for new plans. New plans, or trying to remember escape routes. "We could dig a hole through the wall," Bijou suggested helpfully. Hamtaro shook his head.

"Yes, that is possible, but doing that might lead to the room where the wolf is eating… Boss… And I don't think you, such a pretty girl, or any of us, want that." Bijou nodded thoughtfully.

"We can search for sunflower seeds, and then use Bijou's idea and use the knife and seeds as weapons." Stan also suggested. "What I did with the knife did a lot of damage, man, or at least I think it did…" The others agreed. Then, after a couple minutes of silence, Penelope pointed to the barrel, and then vigorously imitated someone throwing something.

Bijou interpreted. "I think she's trying to say that we should throw the barrel at a high speed a the wolf, so that it explodes and acts like pepper spray." Penelope jumped up and down.

"Ookwee, ookwee!" she cried.

Hamtaro nodded in approval, but then he groaned. "Why didn't I think of that! If I did, Boss might just still be here! We would still be six, not five!" Hamtaro cried out, more depressed than ever. Stan patted Hamtaro's shoulder comfortingly.

"Now, now, none of that. We were panicking. We couldn't think straight. Now, even if we could, none of us would've thought of that." Stan comforted the poor, guilt-ridden hamster. That seemed to do the trick, and Hamtaro stopped sniffing.

"Yeah. Maybe…" he murmured. "But I still feel completely responsible for his death." Just then Bijou jumped in the conversation.

"It's none our faults, nevermind yours. It's the wolf, and the way it is. Don't be so hard on yourself, Hamtaro." She cooed. Hamtaro sighed, and Cappy and Penelope just played Patty-Cake quietly, as so not to disturb the 'grown-ups'.

CAKEISGOODPIEISBETTERICECREAMISTHEBEST!

The wolf lay on its back, content for the time being. Closing its eyes, it widened its fun by imagining the Ham-Hams trauma and despair. The final four seemed especially delicious looking, and the Silver Gray could not wait to get its jaws on them.

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