There's been reports of wild animal attacks in the area. Except the people of Bishmawk swear its no normal animal. It's a monster. A local Clan of werewolves (registered as peaceful), claim to know the source. They've asked for you specifically, Agent Mothman.
Locations enclosed.
-Agent Nessie
Notes:
Edit: Added some more details and stuff. Hopefully sounds less mechanical. I've been having an issue with motivation and writing in general so my apologizes if this sounded awful.
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Dib hissed through his teeth as another twig broke under foot. He stopped for a second to listen. The forest that engulfed him in its arms was dark. Luckily, he'd never been afraid of the dark. Or of the things that took shelter in it. The wind made it harder to hear; a thousand leaves shivering against one another in the autumn wind. He stood stiffly, holding his breath as if it would somehow help him hear better.
The 6th sense that Dib had been honing his whole life pricked at the back of his neck, letting him know before sound or sight that he was no longer alone. He turned on his heel to look behind himself.
There.
Among the slashing branches and rotting logs, emerging from scattered naked bushes. A shadowy, hulking figure. Approaching at a inhuman speed. It's eyes were glowing blood red, like the monster's always did, reflecting in the glare of Dib's flash light.
No hesitation, there couldn't be. He ran, putting one foot in front of the other, knowing there wasn't much time before it was upon him.
The forest was not his friend. The beast behind him knew it better than Dib did.
The trees all looked the same. He looked for the land marks he'd set up for himself before hand; A small stack of stones. A abandoned green glow stick. A carving of an alien's face, drawn hastily into a trunk. They passed by in a blur, illuminated briefly by his only ally in this place.
The feeling of being chased was never pleasant. It sent spikes of panic into his throat, heart beating way too fast. Dib much preferred being on the other end. The one doing the chasing. A much more powerful position to be in. The breathe burned in his lungs, escaping back into the air in a cloud of steam. He mentally thanked his old high school gym teachers for making him run extra laps when he got mouthy.
The thing behind him huffed and growled. A low almost indistinguishable voice called out to him, taunting him.
"Do not run from me, little boy! I will catch you soon enough!"
Dib grimaced, made a sharp left turn, throwing the beast off his tracks for a second. He could hear it's claws against the soft earth, digging into the dead leaves to compensate for its prey's sudden movements.
The paranormal investigator found himself in a small clearing, surrounded by gigantic trees and high walls of rock. A open area where his tent was set up, a fire extinguished from dinner still smoking. High above, millions of stars splattered the sky.
He tried to calm his breathing, ignoring his heart beating in his ears. Dark amber eyes flickered from the tent to the forest that surrounded the area, a slight frown on his face.
Dib turned to face the monster who had recovered. And was now stalking forward, knowing he had no place to run. It made a sound, like distorted laughter. A gigantic wolf like creature with human eyes and a thirst for blood, teeth bared in a grin. Drool dripped from fangs too big for its mouth.
"Pathetic human. You've trapped yourself."
Dib scanned the trees behind the beast, a slight frown marring his face.
"It would seem that way." He replied, pleasantly, palming the tiny silver dagger in his coat pocket.
"You're Wile Dritt, right?" The human threw the words out into the cold air, saying them precisely, knowingly. He was asking the question but, he already knew the answer. A double meaning lay behind them. He didn't really even care for the monster's answer.
The werewolf stopped in its tracks, cocking its head to the side, shocked. Surprisingly human, even in the midst of a blood lust. Dib grit his teeth, fighting back a slight shiver. It was freeezing and he was fascinated by the monster before him, a werewolf. He'd seen them several times, never this close, never this far into a transformation. It wanted to rip his throat out. This was the beast that had murdered at least four people, leaving them mutilated, missing several limbs and organs. All Dib wanted was his camera and a notebook. Luckily, his memory was sharp.
"How...?" It growled, red eyes brightening, as comprehension dawned. "The clan sent you! It sent a child to deal with its problems?"
It's confusion turned to mocking anger. "Disgusting! Weak!" It barked, giant clawed paws slamming into the ground to punctuate each word. "We used to be strong! When we feasted on the humans! Now look at us!" Drool dripped from its giant fangs.
Dib tapped his foot impatiently, frown deepening as the seconds passed. "The great Bishmawk clan resorting to sending humans after its problems! All you're good for is prey!" It proclaimed, full of rage and knowing this fool was trapped. This one would be his latest meal, this one would bring him more strength,more power.
The beast lept through the air towards Dib, roaring. The human clenched his fists, ready to roll out of the way,ready to fight on his own like he always had. The distant sound of sharp bits of metal cutting through soft dirt. A familiar high pitched, accented voice yelling. A flash of green skin and the monster shouting at the sudden,violent intrusion.
The human stood up straight again, watching, waiting for a opening. Also, being kind of sickeningly interested in watching Zim fight something else supernatural. He knew the irken had some history in combat training. And the two of them hadn't fought physically since the early days of their rivalry.
Zim tightly wrapped his arms around the beast's thick hairy neck, squeezing. His Pak legs stabbed into the ground, giving the Irken leverage. The device on his back glowed bright pink, illuminating his scowling face. The werewolf thrashed, bucking and snarling as it tried to free itself from the unexpected pest. The little alien was stronger than he looked.
But, he still ended up flying through the air, landing in a small heap against the hard ground. The sound was a dull thud. The irken groaned. That groan turned into a yell of rage. He hated being beaten. Especially by disgusting earth monsters. Monsters that were threatening his mission. His mission was the most important thing in the universe. The alien hissed, in anger and from pain as he skittered back to his feet.
The wolf howled with laughter. This one was so small. It would be an appetizer. The beast lunged at Zim, ready to eat the tiny irken whole.
Zim yelled, fighting back the fear, replacing it with anger and in one quick move stabbed the wolf through it's shoulder, pinning it in the dirt.
It yelped, shocked for a second that it had been bested. But, Dib knew that wouldn't stop it. It was enraged and eager to feed. A werewolf in blood lust, dangerous and vile. Zim's pak legs weren't pure silver, just some kind of strange alien alloy. He'd have to ask what they were made of when this was over.
The(silver)blade was cold in his hand, unfamiliar but powerful. He swooped in and sliced a thick line across the beast's chest. Enough to draw blood, enough to trigger the change.
The second yelp was louder and accompanied by a low howl that transformed quickly into a much more human yell of agony as bones re-positioned back into their original form.
The Bishmawk Beast was a small, pale skinned man with matted brown hair. He had dark hazel eyes that were extremely dilated. Wile Dritt, looked back and forth between them, wondered who these stranger were to have beaten him so easily. A grim faced teenager, with dark amber eyes and a green creature he had never seen before with machinery attached to its back and eyes like an insects. He couldn't think about it too long though, as his eyes rolled back into his head.
Zim yanked his pak leg from the meaty shoulder of the beast with no ceremony. Dib pocketed his knife, scowling disapprovingly.
"Okay so, first of all, you cut it a bit close. And Second of all, I told you not to hurt him."
The irken scoffed, brushing himself off of any dirt that may have accumulated on his uniform during the struggle."I believe you said, 'Don't hurt him if you don't have to.'"
He nudged the unconscious,naked human with his boot. "I had to."
Dib was unimpressed, but he let it slide. "Whatever. And what about showing up right before he was going to rip my throat out." Not that he couldn't have handled it. He'd been handling it by himself for the last 17 years.
Zim shrugged. "I didn't get the signal."
The human glowered even harder. "The signal was me asking him his name. How would you not have heard it? Unless, you weren't waiting in the trees like we agreed on and were instead, I dunno, off doing something stupid because you were bored of waiting."
The irken waved that away, face a mask of pure innocence. "Does it matter? I showed up and he's dead."
Dib sighed and shook his head. "Whatever. Let's just get this over with." They'd take him back to his clan so they could decide what to do with bent to wrap the man's arm around his shoulder. "And he's not dead. Just unconscious."
Dib struggled to stand. The guy was heavier than he looked.
Zim made a noise of disgust and stepped forward to wrap another arm around his own shoulders. It didn't really help all that much since he was so short.
They trekked back through the darkened forest, towards the clan's hide out. The whole time Dib thought about how for the last 17 years he'd only counted on himself. It was easier that way. Dib knew himself and trusted himself. He knew what he was capable of.
He glanced over at the alien, who was making a face that said just how upset he was to be carrying a naked, bleeding human through the woods at night just so other humans in the area could be safe from a man eating beast.
But, there he was anyway. And he HAD shown up. Even if it was late. Dib looked down at his feet to make sure he wasn't going to trip over any rocks or tree roots.
It would take a while to get used to relying on anyone besides himself. Especially when that person was a short jerk who whined a lot. He smirked to himself, as the light of the clan's bonfire came into view.
