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Chapter 6

Tails' tails quivered slightly as the howls pierced the air. They quivered even more as the howls died abruptly.

Eggman shook his head. "We're too late."

Amy stood up. "We can't just abandon our friends!"

"My point exactly," replied Eggman shakily, "Your friends."

All conversation was cut off by a sharp rap on the door. Everyone stood frozen, waiting to see what would happen.

Suddenly, a clawed hand smashed through the window.

Cream screamed.

Tails grabbed her hand. "C'mon!" he yelled over the noise. He ran towards the stairs, Cream still gripping his hand tightly.

Knuckles, Eggman, Amy, and Rouge followed as the werehogs broke into the house.

Tails ran into the spare bedroom and got ready to slam the door shut the moment everyone was safely inside.

Knuckles ran through the doorway first. Eggman came next, followed closely by Amy.

Rouge was last. As she flew through the doorway, a clawed hand with an inhibitor ring around its wrist grabbed hold of her foot with a vice-like grip.

"Rouge!" Knuckles yelled, taking hold of her hands.

Tails struggled with keeping the door closed enough to keep the monsters out, but wide enough for Knuckles to pull Rouge back in.

Rouge screamed. The door buckled as the beasts forced themselves against it.

"Rouge!" Knuckles yelled again, trying to pull her from the bloodthirsty grip of the werehogs.

Suddenly, Knuckles yelled in pain. Amy watched with horror as claws shot out of Rouge's long gloves, embedding themselves into Knuckles' arms, causing them to bleed. Rouge smiled, showing elongated fangs.

Suddenly, in one swift motion, she and Knuckles were pulled out the door, which slammed shut from the force Tails had been putting against it.

Tails quickly and regretfully locked the door. Being super-smart had its perks. With the computerized locks he'd installed, when a door in his house was locked, nothing was going to get in. Not even, Tails hoped, a super-strong werencidna.

Cream was almost hysterical with fright.

Amy spoke up. "Now what? Wait 'til they break the door down?" she tried to sound calm, but there was an edge to her voice.

"We could go out the window," Eggman suggested, taking a step closer to the only smallish window in the room.

Suddenly, two clawed arms smashed through the window, swiping at anything within reach. One of those things was Eggman. He fell back, five large gashes across his chest.

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Tails wiped some sweat from his brow. There wasn't much time.

Not much about their position had changed since Eggman had gotten slashed. Cream an Amy had tended to the Dr. Fortunately, the cuts were not very deep. It still probably hurt, but this mess was his fault in the first place.

The group had figured out the two monsters who'd scaled the house to the window were Silver and Blaze, neither of which could fit through the small window. The others were on the outside of the door, trying to break the damn thing down.

It had occurred to Tails the door wouldn't hold forever. As if echoing his thoughts, a large crack had appeared in the door.

The four survivors had scavenged around the room for anything, anything at all, that could possibly be of some use to them.

Fortunately, this was Tails' house. Inside the closet was a junk heap of discarded mechanical parts. Looking through the gears and wires and whatnot, Cream had come across a small tank containing some kind of blue liquid. Tails couldn't have believed their luck: the liquid was sedative.

Twenty or so minutes later, here he was, wiping sweat from his brow. There wasn't much time. The door was shaking violently from the blows, and the cracks in it were so large now that pieces of the door were flying off.

Tails finished tightening the last bolt. In front of him lay four makeshift guns. Next to them lay forty darts, filled with sedative.

He loaded the darts into the guns and handed one to Amy and Eggman. "You only have ten shots," Tails warned, "Aim carefully."

He took a gun himself, and handed the last one to Cream, who took the gun uncertainly.

Tails comforted her. "Cream, it's going to be alright. We won't hurt them."

Cream wiped her eyes and nodded.

"Let's do this," Eggman said, trying to sound cool.

The Dr. ran up to the window, jamming the barrel into the small space, and fired a close-range shot.

There was a whimper, and Blaze fell from from the window, a dart sticking out of her shoulder.

Silver let out a yelp, and jumped from his perch on the side of the house to the ground beside the werecat.

"There's our exit," said Eggman, pointing to the now unblocked window. He started to climb out, then stopped.

"Keep moving, Eggman!" Amy screamed.

"I can't," Eggman confessed, sighing, "I'm stuck."

Amy pulled out her hammer. "Then let me-" She swung. "-help you!"

Eggman flew across the lawn into the darkness. Amy jumped through the window, hammer and gun in each hand. Cream glided down next. Tails was about to fly out, when the door finally gave way. The sudden noise made Tails lose his balance, and he tripped on the window sill, falling backwards out the window, seeing clawed hands coming all too close to snatching him before he fell.

Tails would've probably had a concussion, had he not landed on something soft. He looked down and saw he had landed on Blaze. Her usually sharp, feline eyes were lazy and unfocused. If Tails hadn't known any better, he would've said she was dead.

Then, the full understanding of that last thought struck him. If he hadn't known any better. He looked desperately around in the cold October air. Silver had a crush on Blaze. Tails knew that. Silver was also now a werehog. A werehog, who wouldn't know any better.

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Amy flew through the air. It would have been a neat experience, if she hadn't known what was coming afterwards. She slammed hard into the small building she assumed was Tails' lab. Silver could punch way harder as a werehog than he could normally. Eggman was already there, bleeding on the ground beside her.

Silver howled. It was a howl of anguish, Amy realized. But what could've upset him so much?

Suddenly, Silver jerked. He spun around, and Amy could see Cream behind him. She could also see the sedative dart Cream had shot in Silver's back. Amy sighed in relief. As much as she hated herself for thinking it, Silver wouldn't be a threat when he was drooling, sedated on the lawn.

But Silver wasn't on the ground. He lunged at Cream, disregarding the sedatives that had been put into his system. He was fueled by something more powerful than any sedative: pure anger.

Cream dropped her gun as Silver held her in the air by her neck, claws cutting into her back. She screamed. Silver growled, showing his long white fangs in an anguished scowl.

"Cream!"

The werehog turned to see a small fox running towards him, holding one of those things that had killed his close friend, the werecat. Silver wasn't afraid to admit it now. He'd loved her. He let out an enraged growl and threw the rabbit in his claws at the oncoming fox.

Cream hit Tails with such a force, it knocked Tails' gun from his hand and they both smashed into the the lab wall.

The other beasts were coming out now. The werehogs of Sonic and Shadow smashed out the first-floor back windows. The massive bulk of a werencidna, that could only be Knuckles, broke through the second-story wall and pounded into the ground, making the earth shake slightly. An elegant werebat (if you haven't caught on, it's Rouge) was the only one who actually used the back door, albeit breaking it off its hinges on the way out.

Gathering around the enraged werehog, they seemed to ask him silently, What happened?

That's when the rage left the silver-white werehog. His face took on a pained expression, and tears rolled down his face. He walked over to where Blaze laid, and fell to his knees beside her.

The other were-animals turned on four figures that lay strewn against the lab wall. They had killed one of their kind. And they were going to pay by replacing her.