Hey everyone! Chapter 5 to A Sonic Howl-oween is here! Also I would like to clear something up. I am asking for OCs for my Sonic High School story, not this story. I apologize for not making that clear. I would like to thank all of the awesome people who have supported my story. Now, let's find out how one of Eggman's few good plans goes wrong.

Chapter 5

Eggman gaped in disbelief. Blaze's body jerked on the ground. She should have been dead. How could she survive such a fatal wound to the neck? It must be her final muscle spasms, Eggman thought, almost desperately, there's no way-

A howl pierced the air, cutting his thought off completely.

Silver, turning away from the two of his kind approaching him, turned to the wounded cat behind him. Before his eyes, claws shot out of her gloves, her fangs sharpened, and she let out a second howl, this one out of pain. The wound on her neck remained agape.

Sonic and Shadow circled the alien werehog and werecat. Shadow hardly noticed the newest werehog; his eyes were on the wercat. He was looking at her the way you or I would look at a cheeseburger or pizza after skipping breakfast. And maybe lunch.

Sonic, too, seemed far more interested in a meal than the new member of its kind.

Shadow lept; teeth barred, claws extended, towards Blaze.

Silver didn't understand why, but out of pure instinct, stopped Shadow in mid-air with his psychokinesis, then lept at the suspended werehog and sucker-punched him. In the gut. Hard.

Shadow flew a good ten feet through the air, and even though he landed agilely on his paws, he seemed surprised this silver-white werehog had punched him.

Silver let out a low, predatory growl, and raised his claws defensively in front of the werecat. He wasn't sure why he felt he had to protect this werecat, he just did. She was hurt. And...he had to admit, she was...pretty.

Sonic growled, but didn't get any closer to the Silver. Shadow pawed his way next to his ally, looking at the opposing werehog with bitter resentfulness.

Blaze looked up at the silver-white werehog protecting her. She was still in pain, but she wondered why this werehog was...saving her.

There seemed to be a silent conversation going on between the werehogs, accompanied by a growl every now and then. Silver held his ground. The three werehogs seemed to reach some silent agreement, and Sonic and Shadow backed away some.

Silver turned to the werecat, offering her his clawed hand.

Blaze looked at her protector with admiration, and took his hand. He was different. The pain in her neck seared, but it didn't seem to hurt so much with this werehog holding her hand in his surprisingly gentle grip. She looked at the markings on his hands with interest.

Silver, catching the werecat's eye, used his psychokinesis to make his hand glow with a teal-green aura.

Blaze looked with amazement at the werehog's hand, then raised her own hand and created a small, flickering flame in the palm of it.

Silver was taken aback that this werecat was a kinetic, like him, but also because the shadows from the flame played across her face, making her look even more beautiful. He blushed slightly. But since his emotions were linked to his kinetic ability, the aura in his hand shifted into the shape of a heart.

Blaze saw this and blushed as well, a shade darker than the werehog. Then, the flame in her hand also slowly shifted into the flickering outline of a heart.

Shadow growled impatiently. Sonic had been tapping his cleat-ed shoe incessantly. He and his werehog ally had picked up on the scent trail the cat had brought before she was bitten; they didn't want to lose it. The two took off, following the scent.

Silver understood, and gave the werecat a small head gesture that asked, Do you want to come with us?

Blaze smiled and nodded.

The werehog and werecat ran side by side after the werehogs.

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Amy looked at Tails' clock. It was almost midnight. Neither Silver nor Blaze had returned yet, and Sonic and Shadow were still missing.

Sonic... She refused to believe that he'd lied about coming. The way he'd talked to her, she knew he'd been sincere. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong.

Even Rouge wasn't so certain anymore.

"Where could they be?" Cream said, tears slowly finding there way into her eyes.

Tails held her gently in his arms. "It will be alright, Cream. I promise."

Just then, there was a pounding on the door.

"Sonic?" Amy blurted and threw the door open.

It was not Sonic.

"Quick, lock the door!" Dr. Eggman yelled after running inside.

"What? Eggman!" Knuckles fumed, "Get out of here!"

"No, you don't understand," Eggman protested, "We're in horrible danger!"

"What have you done, Eggman?" Amy yelled.

Eggman pointed at the door. "Shut and lock it, and I'll tell you everything!"

Amy, reluctantly, did what he asked.

Eggman sighed, sat down on the couch, and mumbled, "I was actually going to succeed in destroying you this time. By some miracle I captured Sonic and Shadow. And I managed to turn them into werehogs-"

"You did what?!" Tails yelled.

"Oh, shut up and listen." Eggman snapped. "Apparently, Silver follow me, and he, also, got zapped by a stray shot of my device. And since the moon is full, he became part werehog. The only thing he needed to do to lose himself to the beast was have a meal."

Cream whimpered. "Blaze..."

Eggman nodded. "Precisely. He bit her, and that should have been the end of it."

Rouge cocked an eyebrow. "'Should have'?"

Eggman looked at the ground. "That's where the plan went wrong. She should have died. But she didn't. She turned into a werecat."

Tails looked like he was thinking. Then his eyes widened with realization. "That means..."

Eggman nodded again. "Correct. Whoever they bite becomes a werehog or cat or fox or whatever. Not only will this eventually cause a worldwide breakout of "Were-ism", as I like to call it, it will be sped up by the fact that the beasts seemed to realize not to harm each other. The four of them seem to be allies."

Knuckles yawned. "I have an apocalypse bunker made for any such occasion. I was planning to use it later this year, you know, when the world was supposed to end, but now is as good as any time."

Tails looked at the Dr. "So why did you come to us if it's hopeless?"

Eggman looked up. "Because it's not. I need your help." He pulled a small syringe that contained some sort of green liquid. "This is the antidote. It's only enough for a single werehog."

"So make some more," Knuckles said, as if it was obvious.

Eggman shook his head. "That's the problem. I didn't bother writing down the formula for it, because," he paused wistfully, " I was hoping you'd all be dead by that point..."

Tails tried to ignore that last statement. "So you need our help? Or more specifically, mine?"

"Precisely," Eggman said, "And keep in mind, I have as much to lose as you do here, so agreeing would be in your best interests."

Tails looked at the others questioningly.

"As much as I hate to say," Amy said curtly, "We have to help him."

Knuckles shrugged. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm planning on living through this week."

Tails nodded. Turning to the Dr., he said "Fine. We'll help you."

Eggman breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. Now I know the materials we need, and assume you have them."

Tails shook his head. "I have most of the materials you'd find in any lab. We just need to get there. It's in my backyard."

Eggman jolted up. "Then we have to hurry, before-"

He was cut off by a lone howl. A howl that sounded remarkably close. A howl that was followed by three more, each belonging to a different owner.

Eggman's face drained to a ghastly white color.

"They're h-here..." he stuttered out.

Sorry for the wait! I meant to get this out earlier, but the schoolwork stops for no one. I will try to get the next chapter out quicker. No promises. Please read and review.