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Chapter 5

"Don't!" Davy waved off his friends as tried to figure out how to help him. Peter was trying to help him stand up, while at the same time Micky was trying to help him lie down.

"Davy, you're shaking!" Micky helpfully observed. "What happened?"

Once again, a wave a nausea overtook Davy, causing him to moan in pain and roll onto his side.

"Look, his arm!" Mike pointed out the needle wound. "They injected him!"

"I got this! I can suck out the poison and spit it out! I learned it at boy scout camp!"

"Cool it, Micky! It's not a snake bite! That won't work!" Mike argued.

"Says who? It may!"

"More likely it'll turn you into a werewolf as well!"

"That's fine with me! I've already been one! I have experience! I can help Davy through the process!"

"This may be different! You barely changed at all last time!"

"What do you mean? I was changed!"

"Both of you, stop!" Peter yelled. Lowering his voice he glared at his friends. "We need to help Davy!"

Davy tried to push himself back up, but doing so caused pain to rip through his body.

"Mike?!" he whispered weakly. "Please, make it stop! It hurts!"

"W...What hurts? What can I do?"

"Everything! I don't know!"

Davy gasped his skin began to prickle all over. It felt like there was something inside of him trying to rip its way out. The color in the world around him began to drain away, leaving everything in muted colors. Smells from around the room began to overwhelm him, increasing the nausea.

"Help! Please!" Why were they just standing there in shock? Every joint screamed in pain and he felt himself bend over as his shoulders began to take on his weight.

"Davy!" Peter whispered. Davy's short stature started to grow as his facial features continued to elongate. Turning away Peter squeezed his eyes shut, burying his face into Micky's shoulder.

In one last effort Davy yelled out before the pain took over. "Mi…" His vocal cords twisted his speech, ending his cry for help in a canine whine.

As quickly as it started the transformation ended. Silence filled the room as Mike, Micky, and Magnolia stared at the oversized wolf in from of them. Peter continued to cry into Micky's shoulder, unable to look and see what Davy had become.

Panting, the dark brown colored wolf sat there shaking. His eyes were still dark chocolate brown, unlike the usual blue or hazel eyes most wolves possess, but everything else about him had changed completely.

"Davy?" Micky finally managed. The creature did not respond, causing Micky's stomach to knot up in worry. "Davy?" He took one step forward, hoping to be able to contact Davy through touch.

With a snarl Davy leapt to life. Snapping at Micky he narrowly missed chomping on his hand as Mike grabbed Micky's shoulder and pulled him back. This did not stop Davy, and he lunged for Micky again. Micky yelled as the bloodthirsty monster rushed toward him. With a swipe Davy knocked Micky the ground, as four gashes appeared on his arm.

Wasting no time he jumped to his feet, and made a run toward a pile of boxes in the corner.

"Micky!" Mike followed closely, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Peter and Magnolia dash behind some furniture.

"He's gone! Davy is completely gone!" Mike observed.

"I...I know! What do we do!? We're trapped!"

"No...No we're not!" Without explaining Mike jumped out from their hiding spot and ran toward the stairs. "Hey Davy!" He yelled, waving his arms to get the wolf's attention.

Davy's bloodshot eyes landed on Mike. With a growl that seemed to shake the room he lowered his body to build momentum and charged.

"Mike! Move!" Micky yelled as Mike remained at the top of the stairs. He watched in horror as Davy barreled toward him, reaching the stairs in seconds due to the small size of the room.

"Mike!" Peter and Micky yelled in unison. However, just as Davy jumped forward, claws out, Mike jumped off the side of the stairs. Unable to stop himself Davy smashed into the door, breaking it into splinters at the impact. It only took a moment for the wolf to regain himself, and he immediately jumped up and raced down the hall, leaving the other three Monkees and Magnolia alone in the basement.

As Davy tore through the house he felt the wolf energy weaken. His confusion started to clear up as he began to regain control, and he started looking for a way out. He burst through a weak, wooden door into the blazing sunlight outside, making a beeline for the nearest cover he could find. Once in the woods, Davy started concentrating on controlling his breath and calming down. He looked down and was taken by surprise to see large paws instead of hands. As he started to panic, he felt the wolf instincts take over, and fought the urge to run off in another rampage. In the distance he heard a yell, but before he had the chance to wonder about, the wolf instinct kicked in at full force and he bounded off into the woods.

The three Monkees and Magnolia all started at the broken door in shock. Everything had happened so fast, and turned out in ways they didn't expect.

"Wha...Davy...Mike…how did you?" Mumbled Peter, struggling over how to convey his fear for his friend.

"No time!" Yelled Mike hoarsely, "Come on! We have to get out!"

The group scrambled for the door, running up the stairs and into what appeared to be a sitting room. Two of Babyface's mob members were sitting on dusty, old couches, with a look of surprise on their faces. The moment was short lived, as they realized their prisoners were getting away.

"Stop!"

Quickly the three Monkees and Magnolia ran towards the broken door to the outside, bullets raining around them. Jumping through the giant hole, they followed the trail of wood pieces and knocked over debre into the woods. They ran until they could no longer hear the sounds of pursuit and collapsed, exhausted into the brush. For a short time, they only sounds heard were heavy breathing and birds. A whine sounded in the distance, bringing the group's attention to the problem at hand. Peter sat bolt upright.

" Mike! What do we do?"

"Well, first we get some first aid." Mike said calmly, inspecting Micky's bleeding arm. Micky ignored him, and continued to pant on the forest floor.

"If we can find a store, I can help." Magnolia said, pulling her blonde hair back into a ponytail. She was beginning to feel a little useless and in the way.

Mike nodded. "Come on Micky." He helped Micky to his feet, and the four trudged on, looking for a store.

"You absolute fools!" Bellowed Mr. Zero. "Didn't you think about what the concoction would create? Didn't it occur to you that you were creating a powerful animal? What made you put him back with the others?"

Babyface winced, feeling the heat radiating from Mr. Zero.

"You shouldn't blame me! This was all Dr. Mendoza!"

"Stop!" Mr. Zero pushed his hand towards the mobster. Babyface was slammed against the wall by the force of an invisible fist and slumped to the ground. He glared at Mr. Zero.

"All of you are in this together and all of you are responsible! One more mistake and you'll wish you weren't alive. I am so tired of mortals weaknesses and flaws!"

He turned towards the wall and started pacing. The mobster, his gang, Dr. Mendoza, Groot, and the vampires all stood silently watching Mr. Zero work on a new plan. Dr. Mendoza stepped forward, with his usual calm confidence.

"If I may be so bold…They may have escaped, but my concoction was effective, and the little one has successfully become a werewolf. Already the group is being torn apart, which I believe was your desire, no?"

Mr. Zero turned to him with an evil smirk. "Yes, that part of my plan is working. They are now short one, which will make them distracted and distressed. And pathetically desperate. We must recapture them in order to complete my plan. I do thank you for accomplishing the first step."

Dr. Mendoza nodded and smiled calmly at Babyface. As Mr. Zero organized the next part of his plan, the group of villains returned to their various tasks, with a new determined energy.

"How does that feel?" Asked Magnolia, as she finished wrapping a makeshift bandage around Micky's arm. He was sitting on a large log next to her, while Peter sat on a rock nearby and Mike stood leaning against a tree.

"Like I'm a tossed salad." Responded Micky, "The kind where they shred the lettuce and actually throw it in the air."

Magnolia laughed and Mike couldn't help but watch her hair bouncing in the sunlight. Usually Davy was the one to get distracted by girls, but Magnolia was something entirely different. He couldn't place it, but something about her moved him. She was proving to be a great asset having once studied to be a nurse, and had the knowledge to treat Micky's arm to avoid infection. She even pointed out that both Mike and Peter and gotten scratched by the broken door during their escape before they had even noticed. Everyone's bruises and cuts had been treated, and Mike was now resting his sore throat.

"Guys, we need to find Davy." Said Peter, growing more and more concerned for their missing friend.

"Yes, Peter, but what are we going to do once we find him?" Asked Micky. "He's not exactly the Davy we know and love."

"We could talk to him!" Peter suggested. "Find the real Davy inside of the werewolf. I'm sure he's still in there."

"We don't know that…" Micky said, chewing his lip. "And the last thing we need is to have someone else get hurt...again. No, I say we make an cure."

"Micky, there is no cure." Mike said, his voice sounding gravelly. "This is a brand new concoction."

"Mike, rest your throat. There is an cure for everything, you just have to find it. I could try mixing a few medicines…"

"No, you're going to kill Davy if you do that." Responded Mike, sitting down next to him. "We need to find a professional. Someone who knows how to make things that go beyond what the typically pharmacists do."

"Who do we know that could do that?" Asked Peter.

"We know a lot of people who could make a cure, but they all want to kill us." Pointed out Micky.

"We might have to make a deal with someone." Admitted Mike. "I don't like it, but we really need help."

"We can't ask Dr. Mendoza or the vampires, obviously they are Mr. Zero's side…" Said Micky, "Who is left?"

Mike sighed. "I know who… We already know they like to compromise, and they are probably out of jail now too. The gypsies..."

"Mike, they really had it out for us."

"Yes, but a lot of people do, and Davy really needs our help. We can think of an agreement as we try to find them. I don't think they were evil enough for Mr. Zero to want to deal with them, since thievery was a way of life for them, and they were just trying to get the same gig as us."

Micky looked reluctant, but he nodded. "Ok, Mike. But only if Peter doesn't get held captive again, and you do all the talking since you are the only one smart enough to keep them from tricking us again."

Mike scoffed. "You're thinking of the wrong person! But as long as our end of the deal is good enough for them, we shouldn't have a problem. You good for walking?"

"Never felt better!" Micky jumped up, only slightly swaying as the dizziness from lack of blood took over. "You lead the way!" He tried to smile through the haze, but ended up looking loopy. At Mike's incredulous look Peter stepped forward and slipped his head under Micky's arm.

"I've got him, Mike!"

"Okay, now all we have to worry about is how to find and tame Davy, and where to find the Gypsies!"

Good plan, Monkees, but you forget, I am more powerful than you seem to think! Mr. Zero smiled to himself as he watch the four figures make their way through the forest. He had no doubt that the Gypsies would be able to help them out, and despite Dr. Mendoza's incredible experiment, keeping Davy as a werewolf was going to be unnecessary. He had made it clear that he could do whatever he wanted with them and had caused strife, so his purpose for turning Davy into a werewolf was completed.

No, he needed to use their quest for the Gypsies to further his plan. They would break and dispose of Magnolia, even if it meant that all would die except one. Granted, if one was left alive he would be so miserable for the rest of his life that it wouldn't matter anyway.

With a snap of his fingers Mr. Zero left the forest and appeared right in the middle of the Gypsy camp, causing one man to fall backwards out of his seat, while another mildly burned himself on his pork chops.

"Hello, Maria, my dear!" The woman turned, and her face lit up in a smile at the familiar man in front of her.

"Ah, Mr. Zero! How nice it is to see you! I assume you require our assistance again?"

Despite Mike's assessment of the Gypsies lack of evil, Mr. Zero had released them from jail after the Monkees had ruined their plot to steal the valuable Maltese vulture, causing them to forever be in his debt. Several times they had lured defenseless victims into Mr. Zero's traps, but he still came from time to time to cash in on their agreement.

"I do, but this particular time it has special interest to you!"

"To us?" Maria's interest peaked. "I'm listening!"

"The very Monkees who tried to end your thievery are currently searching for you! They seek to find a cure for their friend who has been turned into a werewolf by other subordinates of mine. I would like for them to find you and for you to help them. Then, once the short one has returned to his normal state you must lure them back to me! In return, I will grant you a large some of money."

"It will take much more than money to make us help them!" Maria growled through her teeth. "I cannot guarantee that my boys would not split them in half the moment they saw them!"

"It is very important that they all remain alive. They must be made to carry out the role I have set aside for them. However, I do not care what agreement you set up with them for the potion to turn Davy back. I will even supply the antidote to you to simplify the matter." There was no need for them to know exactly what they did or why the devil needed the Monkees to carry out his plan.

Maria hesitated for a moment. They did have new diamond necklace that she'd had her eye on, and using their innocent faces might be useful in snagging it. She now knew better than to send Marco with them, because he was clearly incompetent (and probably the only one in the group who didn't growl at the word 'Monkees' due to his new found interest in singing. They had now been chased out of more towns because of his new act than they had been for stealing.)

"Very well! We will help you with this one! It will be good to meet with our little Monkee pigeons again!"

"As I had hoped!" Mr. Zero smiled. "They will arrive shortly." In another show of skills he disappeared in a flash of light.

"Okay, let's get back to the pad. We can clean up a little and then head to the jail to see if they're still there and to talk with them. I have no idea how we'll get the potion, but we can think while we walk." Mike started to trudge into the forest, trying to not make it clear that he had no idea where they were and was terrified that they would starve to death or get mauled by a forest animal.

"No! We can't leave Davy!" Peter cried.

"Pete, we don't have a choice. He'll be here when we return." I hope. Mike struggled to make his voice sound confident.

"Mike! I don't want to leave him!"

"I understand that, but what do you think is a better plan? We find Davy, throw him on a leash, and bring him home?"

"No, of course not! The leash might choke him!" Peter was shocked that Mike would even think of restraining their friend.

Micky glanced up at Mike, knowing that he wasn't going to be happy that he was disagreeing with him. "Peter is right. We can't leave Davy here. Sure he's smashed through multiple doors and is the size of a small mountain, but we don't know how he can defend himself in the wild. All that strength and viciousness may wear off when he relaxes. I mean, you've seen him in the mornings when I wake him up too early."

"I've also seen him when he's gone through a nasty break up. He may never calm down. Guys, we've got to get killed if we try and find him."

"Or, we could help him through a hard time." Magnolia added her two cents to the conversation. "Perhaps the presence of his friends will help him, Mike."

Mike stared at disbelief at the three hopeful faces looking up at him. Somehow the choice had fallen on him, despite the fact that he had failed saving Micky or protecting Davy which had gotten them in that mess anyway. If they tried to find Davy he could end up killing them, and then he would always be a werewolf with no friends or hope of a cure. On the other hand they could be right. The Monkees were at their best when they were all together, and the idea of leaving Davy alone made Mike feel anxious.

"Well...okay fine. But please, don't do anything rash. He's still a uncontrollable monster even if he is our friend."

"It's good to know that not everything has changed!" Micky quipped before getting a playful tap on the head from Mike.

"Okay, I'm guessing he went this way." Mike observed.

"How do you know?" Peter asked.

"Well, Davy likes to run exactly north-west by 20 degrees, and oh! There's a path of broken branches and small trees that could only be made by an animal around the size that Davy was the last time we saw him."

"That's right folks! With only one dose of the Mendozium treatment, you will never be teased for being short again! Scientific studies carried out by the Zero's Scientific Research Enterprise participants reported experiencing an increase of growth by 300%! You're 5' 3"? Try 15'! Call now and receive another one for free! That's right! That's two doses of Mendozium for only fifteen years off of your life expectancy!" Micky raised his pitch to imitate the sound of a female voice. "Just a couple weeks ago I was at the grocery store and a random stranger had the nerve to ask me if I needed help reaching an item on the top shelf! Now, not only can I reach the top shelf, but I can also rip apart anyone who tries to ask me help them reach the top shelf! Thanks, Mendozium! My life will never be the same again!" He lowered his voice back to his announcer persona. "Side effects may include access body hair, bloodshot eyes, bad breath, violent tendencies, attraction to canines, the sudden urge to naw on your friend's hand, and headaches. Do not take if pregnant or if you have kidney failure. Please consult your doctor or your mother if you think Mendozium is right for you!"

Mike looked directly at the reader. "I honestly have no idea why I let him finish that. I don't even think they used that type of infomercial in the 60's."

"Who are you talking to?" Peter looked curiously toward the reader.

"TV Guide."