Well, there's a lot going on here. Think I finally got the story picking up some : )

Updated: 11/21/2012

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Merton groaned as his eyes opened to complete darkness, except for three little pinpricks of light he could see somewhere in front of his eyes.

How do I always get myself into these situations? He thought, attempting to move his arm to rub the back of his aching head, only to find out he was confined in some type of box. Wonderful. Maybe they plan on killing me. With a kick to the box, he heard laughter.

"You awake Dingle?" Merton didn't even bother responding as he attempted to get comfy in wherever they were holding him.

"I think he is. I hear movement!"

"Is this really necessary you guys?" he asked, just making them laugh again.

"Oh yeah Dingle."

"It is."

"We'll let you out-"

"Once you tell us who the wolf is." Merton's eyes widened at that. He couldn't give up Tommy that way.

He'd die before that happened.

"Why do you two care so much about the Pleasantville Werewolf? Why is it so important to you to figure out who it is?" Now he heard grumbling; then, the box began to shake.

"Dingle, that wolf has made fools of us all year!"

"We're not taking it anymore."

"And we figured that, since he always shows up around you-"

"And wants to protect you-"

"You know who he is!" Merton was surprised. He didn't think these two were smart enough to figure that out.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about," he said, closing his eyes in the darkness. "Besides, even if I did, and I don't, I wouldn't tell you."

"Oh we think you will."

"Otherwise, this nice big box you're in? Goes six feet under." Merton's eyes snapped open now.

They really were planning on killing him.

"You two are crazy. Besides, if you kill me, you'll never find out who the wolf is…"

"SO YOU DO KNOW!" Merton bit his lip, unable to believe he had said that.

"Dingle, why do you have to be so difficult?"

…

Tommy had trouble paying attention in class; this wasn't a first for the jock, but now that his mind was clouded with Merton, he noticed way too easily that he was nowhere near him.

"Lori," Tommy whispered, nudging the girl next to him, who sent him a death glare. "Have you seen Merton?"

"Not since this morning when you were dry-humping him."

"I wasn't dry-humping him!"

"You might as well have!"

"Lori, can you get over this petty grudge and help me find him?" Lori sighed but nodded.

"He's probably in trouble." Tommy just glared at her now. "What? He usually is." Tommy and the Wolf whined.

She had a point; Merton did seem to get into trouble a lot.

…

Tommy and Lori made their way through the hallway, looking in all the classrooms they could, trying to find Merton, with no luck, even with Tommy smelling around; but when he wasn't wolfed out, his sense of smell wasn't nearly as strong.

"Maybe he went home?" Lori suggested, smiling at him, a hint of devious-ness showing.

"No. He would've told me."

"Unless he didn't feel the same way about you." Tommy stopped in his tracks as he looked at Lori, fear now eating away at him.

"What do you mean ? ! ? O-of course he does," he said, a slight wolf-ish whine in his voice. Lori smiled smugly before trying to look sympathetic.

"Or maybe, he just agreed to be your mate because he knew the Wolf wanted him? When has Merton ever shown ANY interest in guys Tommy?" Tommy frowned, fear now eating away at him while the Wolf raged again.

Tommy, she's screwing with us. Merton loves you. Don't give in to her.

"And besides, Tommy, what do you want?" she asked, taking a step closer to him, her sympathetic smile growing a bit more smirk-ish.

"Merton," he said, but he found it harder to believe that.

"Merton doesn't want you. But I do Tommy," she said, bringing a hand up and touching the side of his face gently.

Tommy, don't do this! Tommy ignored the Wolf and pressed his lips against Lori's. NOOOOOOOO!

…

"No!" Merton gasped out, his chest suddenly aching.

"You okay Dingle?" one of the twins asked while Merton continued to gasp in his box. He had never been bothered by small spaces, he had been locked up in them for most of senior year, but now… he had never felt so confined in his life.

"Let me out; I'll tell you," he gasped out, just wanting out of that box. With a hard push, the box tumbled over, Merton rolling out onto the floor.

"Alright Dingle, now tell us, who's the Pleasantville Werewolf?" they asked the gasping Goth, who looked at them, knowing what he had to do.

"Me."

"We're not that stupid Dingle. How could you be the Wolf but be yourself at the same time?"

"You two are even stupider than I thought. That wasn't me. It was a … robot I made to look like me. I am the wolf."

They were both silent as he stared at them, still clutching his chest.

"Kill me."

…

Tommy continued to slowly kiss Lori, who was happily kissing back. The Wolf on the other hand, raged and ached inside of Tommy.

You need to stop this. You don't know what you've done! What about Merton?

Forget Merton. I'm straight. He's straight. Lori even thinks so.

Lori is messing with you. Merton loves you. Just like you love him.

Tommy now full on ignored the Wolf as he brought a hand up to cup her face, making her let out a content sounding purr. But Tommy found himself enjoying all of this less and less as they continued to kiss.

"Dawkins!" two voices called out, making him pull away from her and gasp in a breath, which turned out to not be such a good idea; he smelled Merton, but he also smelled blood, and a lot of it.

"Tim. Travis. What's up?" he asked almost hesitantly, noticing the dusty, human-sized back slung over the shoulder of one of the hulking masses of young adult.

"We found the Wolf." Tommy's jaw dropped as he stared at them.

"Y-you did? How?"

"Some very useful persuasion," they said, smiling like the dummies they were. "Why don't you and hot stuff here follow us and we'll show you? Maybe then you can help us finish him off."

Lori and Tommy exchanged nervous looks before slowly following the two bulks into the school's basement.

…

Once they reached the dusty basement, T n' T dropped the bag they had been carrying onto the hard floor, which made a low moan admit from it. T n' T looked triumphant as they unzipped the bag. Tommy felt his eyes widen in pure fear while Lori placed a hand over her mouth and gagged slightly at the sight; a bloodied up, pale, shaky, semi-conscious Merton.

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Well, that can't be good…

Until next time,

-JustMe133

P.S.- I hope everyone has a fun and safe Thanksgiving!