Full Moon Knights
Chapter 5: A Different Dark Knight; Alpha the Wolf-Man pt.2
Later That Day
Local Vet
Peter had arrived to work, and an hour later, he was taking a coffee break after helping a patient get a thermometer out of the anus of a golden retriever. He was at the counter talking to the secretary in charge. She was a young woman of twenty-six, Caucasian with a slender and physically fit body, and long strawberry blonde hair that ended at her upper back, with a bang dangling on her left shoulder. Her eyes were milky and covered with sunglasses, indicating that she was blind. She was also disabled as she was currently sitting in a wheelchair; a sports wheelchair. She was wearing a yellow t-shirt with blue jeans, and a pair of white sneakers. At her side was a dark grey and white grey underbelly husky retriever, wearing a blue collar. Her name was Holly Hamden, or Coach to her friends, while her dog was named Kalibak.
She was actually a well-trusted friend of Peter, as she knew of his secret life, as Coach had been given what he and Mikey ahd learned. "Professor Pyg and Mr. Toad, eh," she confirmed it, as she concluded. "How Wind in the Willows of these guys."
"That, and the fact they don't like Simon Stagg is obvious. But that's all we know," Peter stated. "Unfortunately, we don't know when or who they'll strike next. Aside from the fact that Pyg mentioned animal kind being hurt by Stagg. Meaning whoever's next on this hunt of theirs has something to do with animal cruelty or an eco-terrorist plot. Not that many in Everett or Seattle though, aside from Stagg."
"Anything else you remember about it," Coach asked.
Peter nodded, as he remembered, "Yeah, Stagg was next to a second plaque, meaning there's one more on his list, whoever they are. Though Mikey's looking over the vid back at ESPD. He'll call me if he gets anything."
Coach smirked, as she put the coffee down, and then got serious, "That's good to hear. But for now you have a more personal matter to take care of."
Peter looked to Coach, seemingly confused. But then he looked annoyed, as he replied, "I'll tell Harley, really, I'm just waiting for the right time."
"You better make your words the right one and at the right time, because it's more than just Harley at stake," Coach warned him.
Peter sighed, as he groaned, "I agree, if she transforms without knowing, who knows how she'll take it." He then grimaced, as he thought aloud, "And then there's Rojas' SCU forces blasting her just for what she looks like."
Coach thought about that too, and nodded, "Good point." But she looked at him, as she stated, "But I meant your friendship with her. If she knew you kept this from her, she may never want to speak with you again, and I bet you don't want to go through that again."
Peter looked at her confused, as he asked, "Go through what again? She and I got along great as kids."
"You know what I mean," Coached arched her eyebrow, as if to probe him on the info. "A while after you got back, you tried calling her in Gotham, but you learned she left Arkham. You were depressed for a week after that."
Peter remembered that all too well, as he recalled his years of training, "Can you blame me? I spend years out in the Eastern world to train myself after that confrontation with Whale after high school, only to come back and find out my one way of contacting my best friend was gone."
"No, but it showed just how much she means to you," Coach smirked.
It was around this moment that Peter was getting flustered, as he upright denied, "Wh-What are you talking about? Harley is my childhood friend, she and I were always there for each other, and I doubt she's even thinking of a relationship with someone after what she went through with Joker." After he said that, he looked away, kinda sad, as he rubbed the back of his head. "Besides, she's probably not interested in me."
Coach didn't buy it; she may have been blind, but her hearing was way sharper, "From how she stayed by your side after the animal attack years ago, acted before moving, and now, I think she's interested in you just as you are in her." She smirked playfully, as she pointed out to him, "In fact, I think that's the problem for you right there." Peter looked confused from that as Coach continued, "To put it bluntly: you're afraid to tell her."
Peter felt trapped at that moment, as he finally stated, "Well... a little yeah. How do I tell her something like this to after a life of manipulation from a psychotic?"
"Let me ask you this then," she proposed. "Are you afraid that she'll be angry at you for keeping it a secret from her?"
Peter sighed, as he sat down on one of the guest chairs, "I don't think anyone would want to be on the receiving end of an angry Harley, especially after what Jean told me about her job at the roller rink."
Coach wasn't buying it, but then asked, "Or are you more afraid of Harley rejecting you for what you are, what you did, and her going back to a life of crime because she felt betrayed by the one person she thought she could trust?"
It was after that Peter had a really hurt expression from that. Thinking about her going back to crime because he didn't have the guts to tell her the truth. He sighed as he finished his coffee, "I gotta go with that one, I guess."
"Then you know what you have to do," she said, as she went back to her work post. "Slow day today, huh? Think someone left the Closed sign up at the window?"
"Doubtful on that," Peter said, as he stood up. "But you're right Coach, along with Mikey, and Jean. I'll tell Harley the truth before the full moon when the time is right." At that moment, a ring tone of Batman's theme song chimed on, as he pulled out his phone, where the ring tone was coming from. He hit the Green button, as he replied, "Hello?"
"Pete, man am I glad I caught ya," Mikey replied, as he sounded rushed. "Listen, I think I know who the next target is."
"Cool, who is it," Peter asked. "But… how did you find out?"
"I looked over the video clip, and looked over and over to find a clue. Y'know, something that maybe the forensics missed, and I found it. Right in Mr. Toad's eye," Mikey replied. "Or more likely, the reflection. I took it out, and reversed the footage; apparently, a reflection of the mantles behind them was on it. It took a while, but I found the name of the next target: Michael Holt."
"Michael Holt," Peter asked, sounding rather uncertain on that situation. "That can't be right; sure he's wealthy like Stagg and Bruce Wayne, but he's a philanthropist, he wouldn't be in the same league as Stagg."
"Don't know why either. Maybe they've got some connection hat this Pyg and Toad guy know that we don't," Mikey replied. "I'll call back to see if I find anything. Meet ya in the Den later?"
"Sure, but right now… Holt's gonna need a guardian angel looking out for him," Peter said, as he hung up. He looked to Coach, as he asked, "Coach, can you cover for me?"
"As always," Coach replied.
Peter went to the back to go into the employee lounge. There, he opened a special compartment in the floor, revealing a familiar black and slate gray suit to which he pulled out. He easily dodged the other vets, as he opened the door to the outside into a back alley. It was nearing dusk, so there wasn't a lot of light, and no windows. He turned to a corner where he found an escape ladder for a fire escape. Peter took off his shoes and socks, as he stuffed them in a backpack, and hoofed it up the ladder. There, once he was high enough, he leapt over a building ledge, and climbed up to an area littered with the walls and roofs of buildings; a perfect place not to be seen or spotted.
Once he was in a good walked and shaded area where only the night sky and a view of the city was shown, Peter got ready. He undressed and got into the suit, and closed his eyes. When he shot them open, they were red with no signs of an iris or pupil, or any white at all. His fingernails swelled up, until they broke, releasing black claws.
Suddenly both his hands filled with heat and began to stretch and bulge in ways that seemed impossible. His fingers elongated and partially melded together at the joints. The skin of his palms thickened, becoming dark and tough like the pads of paws.
Under and outside of the armored uniform black, thick, curly smokey-gray hair had appeared on his chest. And it was spreading. The itching sensation, and the hair both a mixture of black and smokey-grey, slowly ran across his entire body.
His spandex suit and flexible armor managed to keep up with his change as he was still transforming. The encroaching fur already encompassed his entire body. It was jet black on his shoulders, forearms and legs. But it was Smokey grey from his mouth to his pelvis and inner thighs, his biceps and elbows, the bottom of his hands and feet, and on two scar marks on his greaves.
He landed on all fours, as he hunched over, and then finally, looked up, letting out a howl that echoed through the night skies.
Elsewhere
On the busy but manageable streets, a highway chase was ensuing. Professor Pyg and Mr. Toad were currently chasing the occupant of a blue and stylish Porsch. He was an African American man in his late twenties, blue business suit, physically fit, and a panicked look on his face. He was Michael Holt, the second of the duo's hunting game. He was frantically calling the police as best he could, while driving recklessly enough to get away.
"Hello, police? This is Michael Holt; I'm being chased on W Avenue by the Pyg and Toad! I need help," Holt frantically spoke.
Pyg and Toad were gaining on him, as the cannon feature on the vehicle began to pop out of the front hood. Professor Pyg looked to his ally, as he graciously gave way, "Mr. Toad. If you would do the honors?"
"My pleasure," Mr. Toad nodded, as he pulled out his cane, and pointed the end at the whick of the cannon. The tip lit up like a lighter.
But just as he was about to light the cannon, they both heard a loud howl pierce the night. Mr. Toad and Professor Pyg were distracted long enough to get a look at the rearview windows. There, hopping from rooftop to truck tops, was the Wolfman, Alpha. Mr. Toad made it obvious, as he called out, "Boss, look! It's the Wolf-Guy!"
"It's pronounced Wolfman, Toad," Professor Pyg corrected. "Remember: we must respect our enemies."
"Understood, sir," Mr. Toad nodded.
Alpha hopped from rooftop to rooftop of vehicles and trucks, as he latched onto the side of one of them. As the truck was about to turn away from the vehicle chase, Alpha hopped over, and crashed onto the back of Professor Pyg's ride. The Professor turned to him, holding his hunting rifle, as he smirked under his mask, revealing scarred tissue on the right side of his lips, "Ah, the Wolfman. So glad to have a wolf among us. But are you one in sheep's clothing?"
"Wouldn't know," Alpha replied, as he crawled up, and corrected, "And the name's Alpha!"
Professor Pyg fired a shot at him, but Alpha dodged it in time, as he leapt up, and grabbed the rifle as fast as he could. He threw it out, and looked out, just as the Professor swung at him two deadly bone handsaws. Whoever this Professor Pyg was, he had some hand in combat, and from the looks of the tools, some precision in surgery and medicine. But Alpha had strength and way more combat experience than this guy. He easily disarmed the man, and slammed his head in the back of the vehicle stunning him.
But Mr. Toad was about ready to fire the cannon, but Alpha managed to hop on the front, and tear the cannon off, tossing it aside. At that moment, Michael Holt had made it out of there and out of sight. Both of the villains saw the target escaping, but had a much bigger problem in front of them, as Alpha towered above them. He looked down at the two, as he frowned, "It's over. Whatever you have planned."
"Oh no, it's just beginning," Professor Pyg snorted and laughed. He looked over to his colleague, "Mr. Toad!"
"A pleasure, sir," Mr. Toad smiled, as he hopped up to Alpha's eye level. He then let out a powerful belching sonic blast.
Before Alpha could act, the blast smashed into him, sending him flying off the vehicle, and almost dead on to the street. But luckily, he grabbed the side of the front. Once Toad saw this, he tried to swing at other cars to make paste out of the werewolf on the side, like a fly on a windshield.
Alpha saw the collision coming, and forced himself to jump off and fire a grapnel line for a side vehicle, being a bread delivery truck. He sailed in the air for only a moment, and claw-stuck on the side of the truck, as he climbed up the roof with the few remaining vehicles near the area, Pyg and Toad's car in particular interest to him. He was just thankful the cops hadn't shown up, otherwise this would have been really messy.
Right now, Alpha was trying to figure out how to stop these two. It wasn't large enough to be slow, but going fast enough that it would make quite a crash. He crawled over to the roof of the driver's seat, and landed on the door. This startled the driver, just as much as who or what it was he saw. Alpha opened the door, as he calmly stated, "I need your truck."
He then grabbed the panicking driver, and then tossed him lightly into a nearby garbage den, cushioning his fall, as he managed to get up and see his truck driving off.
Alpha slipped in, and took control of the wheels, as he caught up to Professor Pyg and Mr. Toad. As he chased them on the wheels, he prayed what he did next would work. If it did in the movies, why not with this. "Okay, movies… don't let me down," he muttered to himself.
He turned hard, swerving at Pyg and Toad, causing a collision that sent the truck hurdling down the path, as it slammed Pyg's car hard on the side. But the delivery truck was crashing like crazy, until it smashed into an alleyway, nearly bursting into flames upon hard impact. Once they hit the wall, Pyg slammed into the car door, but he remained unfazed, as was his partner. Though, he seemed like he had a buzz on what had happened.
"I want to do that again," Mr. Toad smiled.
Both of them got out of the car, as Mr. Toad hopped over to the vehicle to inspect the downed Lycan. But he was both surprised and disappointed, as he sighed, "Boss. He's gone." True enough, the driver's seat to where Alpha had been was completely empty.
"Oh don't worry about him, Mr. Toad," Professor Pyg assured his friend. "We can always kill him later." But then frowned, as he snorted and whined out loud, "But… we have lost the specimen! If we are to achieve in tonight's hunt, we need a replacement for Mr. Holt! But… where are we going to find…!?"
At that moment, turning the corner and having to laugh aloud, Harley was walking by. Along with Jean slinging her, as well as Hannah Borgman, who had accompanied them to the movies together. Harley kept laughing out loud, as she confessed, "Seriously?! That guy in the movie playin' Bane, he sounded like that guy from that cheesy funny Kung Fu movie about some fist entrance."
Jean sighed, knowing that this would go on, "Yeah, I know, Harley. You were laughing the whole time. Even though it was supposed to be an action film."
"I thought it was funny too," Hannah chuckled.
"Personally, I think…" Harley started, but stopped, as she looked in shock to what was in front of them. The other girls did too, as they saw the crash scene, as well as Professor Pyg and Mr. Toad. Realizing the situation, Harley gulped, "I think we just stumbled into trouble, girls."
"Yeah," Jean gulped as well.
Mr. Toad smiled, "Looks like we ran into a herd of subjects, Professor."
"Indeed, Mr. Toad," Professor Pyg smirked, as he pulled out a dart gun.
Harley snapped out of it, and pushed the girls to run, "RUN, BOTH OF YOU!"
The two girls bolted, just as Professor Pyg shot, but the two managed to get a head start, just as Harley followed behind. Mr. Toad grabbed the tranq gun, and bolted after them. They ran into an alleyway, as Harley helped the two over a fenced wall, and followed after. But just before she could flip over the other side, she was shot in the butt by a dart, to which she went wide eye, but immediately, the tranquilizer started to take effect, as she fell back.
Jean saw this, as she gasped, "Harley, no!" She was about to go after her, but Hannah stopped her.
"No, Jean! We need to call the police," Hannah advised, as she pulled at Jean, while the blue haired girl could only claw back at empty space, hoping to grasp at her big sister figure.
Meanwhile, Professor Pyg managed to catch up, slowly, as Mr. Toad confirmed the 'kill'. "I dare say, the other two does got away, Mr. Toad?"
After Mr. Toad secured the downed Harley, he sighed in disappointment as Professor Pyg approached, "Awww. I was sure we got the other two."
"I told you to get your eyes checked," Professor Pyg reminded his friend, as Mr. Toad stared at him with a lazy eye. "Retinal deterioration is the number one cause of blindness in amphibians." The Professor looked over Harley's knocked out form, and smiled deeply under his mask and twisted lips, "Ah. She's perfect. Not a blemish, nor a surgical defect, no missing appendages, digits; I can't even see signs of titanium plate surgery for compound fractures of any kind."
Mr. Toad looked hopeful, as he asked, "So she won't be a reject?"
"No, Mr. Toad," Professor Pyg menacingly smirked. "She's perfect. And she will be made to be even more perfect than she was before."
After they picked her up, they tied her to the front of their car like they would with a buck or doe after hunting. They got in the vehicle and drove off away from the wreckage. Not far from the area, pushing the downed delivery vehicle aside with one arm, Alpha stepped out, completely dinged up, but healing. The crash ahd thrown him out of the vehicle, and knocked him out. Shaking it off and finding them drive off, he had to find and stop them, unaware of the hostage that they currently had.
Back at Talbot Hall
Underground
Deep down below Talbot Hall, in the abandoned sewage systems of Everett, in a disclosed location, a lair was placed in there. Similar to the Batcave in Gotham, although the big difference was that it was stationed in the sewers of Everett, which was conveniently placed between there and Talbot Hall. It was suspended above a large sewer drainage system, with pipes intersecting one another, like a spider web, with open drains leading to the surface. On one corner of the lair, glass display cases were shown, although they were currently empty awaiting for whatever trophies would be in to be displayed. Another part of the room had a lab system, which would make any crime lab weep. Another section of the room had a sort of large dressing room bay, obviously for uniforms and suits to be placed in.
At that moment, Alpha was coming down from an elevator, and walked out on to the area, in a bit of a defeat at the moment. All the while, something bizarre made its way to him. It appeared to be a saucer with mechanical tentacles acting like arms and legs, with a pair of robotic legs in a pair of black jeans and leather boots. All the while the pilot of the legs was atop it. It was a three foot egg… with a face on it. With brown eyes, and around the bottom was a small mechanical ring with two little robotic arms on it.
The egg-like being looked frantic to Alpha, as he asked in a casual tone to him, "Peter! Oh Peter, I have been anxious to get a reply. After the crash, the telemetry function in your suit went flatline. I assumed the worst!"
Peter sighed, looked at the egg-shaped being, as he assured his friend, "Relax, Humphrey. It was such a scratch when I got thrown out of the truck."
"Mmmm d'oh, I wish you'd bring backup; at least I know you'll be alright, my friend," Humphrey sighed deeply. Peter patted him gently, calming him. But then Humphrey lit up, as he spoke up, "Oh, Michael called me and told me about the situation. When he couldn't find a link to it, I used what I could from the video and voice to find a match on someone. But then I found it."
"What is it?" Peter asked, as the two walked to the big screen.
Humphrey worked on the controls, as files upon files showed up, as Peter read it aloud, "Lazlo Valentin. Age 47, gifted scientist suffering schizophrenic breakdown. Psychologist report: subject believes that people must have uniqueness removed if they are to be perfect the way in his vision of perfection. He disappeared since, but once he did, people at random went missing, but bodies were found strung up like crucifixes with the words IMPERFECT DEFECT or FAILURES written nearby."
"He tries to use surgery to make them 'perfect'," Peter asked, sounding rather disgusted on the subject. "Sounds like his parents berated him to be perfect in every and all ways possible." Peter then seemed to piece it together, as he went it over, "So he kidnaps people, surgically tries to perfect them, and anyone that he can't 'fix', he kills and labels them failures. But what does he do with the ones that make it?"
"I'm uncertain on that, but according to police reports, there have been numerous people missing. All of them involving poachers, hunters, etc," Humphrey explained.
"In other words, anyone that's with the M.O. of animal mistreatment and all triggers for an Eco-terrorist," Peter concluded. "But even if we know the motives, we don't know where…"
"I think I figured it out, dude," Mikey suddenly said, getting both their attention. Mikey had arrived via the same elevator, as he walked to them, holding a file with the name Lazlo Valentin, "Accordin' to his records, Valentin has in his possessions and deeds a little chain of cosmetic salons he calls the Pretty Dolls Parlor. I'm guessing it's also a front with whatever he's doing with his victims."
Peter smirked, as he transformed back into his Lycan form, cracking his knuckles, "Then it looks like I'm gonna make an appointment for a full-body makeover… on him."
Suddnely, the elevator door opened again, and this time, a frantic Jean ran for them, as she crfied out, "Peter, you've got to help her!" and then glomped in his arms, as she huffed from all the running. "We were coming back from the movies, but then we wandered in on this scene with these two guys dressed up like a pig and a frog, and then…"
"Whoa, whoa, slow down," Alpha calmed her, as she looked him in the red eyes, "Now tell me: what happened?"
"Harley was taken by those two terrorists: Pyg and Toad," Jean finished.
This earned a shocked look on everyone's faces, but none so worried and shocked of this as Alpha/Peter. However, Humphrey arched an eyebrow, as he asked, "Who again?"
Elsewhere
Harley didn't know where she was at the moment, but at the time, she was slowly starting to recover from the tranquelizers. But she felt she was pinned down to something… or rather strapped down, as her vision started to come to. It was then that she saw what had happened to her. she had been stripped down from all of her clothing, including her underwear, with nothing but a surgical blanket on top of her, with leather straps pinning her wrists, ankles, waist, and chest. She struggled to get free, but to no avail, as she was still groggy from the sedative. But she managed to get a good look at the place. It was a large and rusty surgical room, complete with lights and mirrors. Next to her was a table row of surgical tools, familiar and unfamiliar.
This wasn't going to bode well for her, as she gulped, "Oy, how the hell do I get myself into this stuff?"
At that moment, Harley found out she wasn't alone, as a metallic door opened, and switched on the lights. Both Professor Pyg and Toad walked in, with Professor Pyg having a belt of surgical blades strapped around his waist. And all around the room, were people in gogo cages, hanging on chains suspended on the ground. And in one of the cells, the odious Simon Stagg was berating nonstop, cuasing the two villains to stop to pay attention to him.
Enough of this! Anything you want, any price, I'll pay it! I'll double whatever you gentleman want in ransom," Simon Stagg stated, trying to buy his way out. "Do what you want with the others, I won't say a word."
"Mr. Stagg, please don't insult our reasons for simple ransom demands," Professor Pyg stated, as he calmly tried to calm and quiet the situation. "And please, save your strength."
"He's a doctor; you should listen," Mr. Toad advised.
Hen then walked over to Harley, but was surprised to see her wide awake, as she shot out, "Hey, buddy! Is this a dry cleaning or a scene in James Bond? I ain't exactly fond of the striptease you got me here on!"
"Oh, nonononono. The sedative should have kept you under before the procedure could begin," Pyg stated, but then pondered aloud. "Perhaps, I didn't give you enough of a dosage."
"What procedure? What are you talking about, Porky," Harley demanded him for an answer.
Professor Pyg cleared his throat, and looked all around at his captives, as he explained, "Allow me to explain what's going to happen. You're all going to be transformed; made better. Made perfect." He then calmly stated, "You are all here because I'm going to fix you all."
"What he means is that you have all been chosen selectively to become members of the Dollotrons," Mr. Toad prompted. "Basically, he's going to remove all sexual organs, like breasts and/or male genitalia, and then rework your brains to be more robotic in compliance with the new way of thinking of betterment."
Everyone nearly cried out in a panic of this madman's plan, as the Professor looked to Harley, as he smirked, "And you, my dear, will be the first to be 'better'."
Harley gulped, "Oy, female circumcision. My nightmare's become a reality."
Outside
Pretty Dolls Parlor
On the outside, the place seemed pretty legit, as the pink neon sign glowed with its title and a cartoon pig icon. Alpha was on the roof across from it, having arrived and looking at it with a death glare from his red eyes. He leapt up across, ready for action to stop Pyg and Toad, and to save Harley… if he wasn't too late to save her or the others. Getting in was a cinch, as he broke in through the vent. Once he landed on the ground, he looked around to see the place was a rather clean and neat… albeit pink… beauty cosmetic parlor.
He tapped his right ear, as he spoke up, "Guys. I'm in. No sign of Pyg and Toad though. Or any of the hostages. I'm gonna take a look around."
"Copy that," Mikey replied.
Suddenly, Jean's voice popped up, "Peter… please find her."
Alpha smirked, as he assured his sister, "Don't worry, Jean. I'll make sure she comes home safely."
Peter looked around the place, trying to pick up any scents or vague whiffs of either of the perps' musks. Once he got into the office, he sniffed around, but then stopped, as he radioed, "Mikey, I'm not getting a smell of blood anywhere in here."
"It's just as well," Mikey pointed out. "This guy's a psycho-surgeon; he'd be too crazy not to sterilize his work."
Alpha was about ot tear the place down if he had to… but then his ears picked it up. Opera music. He walked over to the bookcase, and listened carefully. There was definitely music coming on the other side of it. He quickly ripped it away, and then punched hard into the wall. It was hollow metal, indicating there was a door there, and ripped it off the hinges. There, before him, a darkened hallway with dim lighting, littered with mannequins and leading to a lower level below. It looked like something out of a horror film to him, but he didn't have time to worry about what was down there, as he heard Harley shouting out fiercely.
"Hey! Keep those hands off! Those are my pillows! You slice em' off, I'm gonna chop off yer bun cheeks and use them as seat cushions."
Alpha stopped, as he nodded in confirmation, "Yeah, that's definitely Harley."
And then ran forward getting closer to the yells and screams, unaware that there were shadows moving on the walls.
Back in the 'Surgery Room'
As the opera music was playing, Harley was struggling to get free, even as Mr. Toad grabbed her head to hold her down. At the moment, Professor Pyg was preparing a syringe gun attached to a liquid pump. The pump's line connected it to a strange vat of bluish liquid not even close to water.
"Get yer stinkin' hands off me, you darn dirty toady!" Harley shouted.
Mr. Toad scoffed at that comment, "Now that's rather redundant, don't you think?"
"Now now," Professor Pyg smirked, as he walked over with both the syringe gun and a bone saw. "She can wail all she wants. In the end, she will no longer be broken. She'll be better." He then said, "I do apologize if there will be pain. But remember: Pain is the body's way of saying 'Thank You'."
Professor Pyg towered above her, as he slowly inched to inject her with whatever was in the gun. But before it could break her flesh, the main door was blown down by a powerful sonic blast, almost reminiscent of a howl. The two stopped in their tracks, and Harley looked over to the door, as the dust settled, and the Wolfman Alpha stepped in, looking more annoyed and determined than tired.
"You're finished here, Valentin," Alpha roared "Let them go!"
Professor Pyg snorted panicky, but cleared himself up, "NO! Oh no, no, no, no, no! We're not ready yet." He then gestured to Harley, tracing her body with his hands like he was showing her on display. "She's all unique and wrong. All messed up, inside out." He then smirked, as he stated calmly, "But I… I will make her better! I shall make all of us better!"
"It's true, he's done very good work," Mr. Toad defended his colleague.
"Hey, you! The freak!" Simon Stagg shouted at Alpha in his cage, not caring about the situation. But Alpha turned to him slightly giving him his attention, as Stagg ranted, "Yeah, you! You're supposed to be some sort of vigilante freak, aren't you? Forget about her and get me out of here!" But Alpha just stood there, not batting an eyebrow, which taxed on Stagg's patience, as he ranted, "You think you're better than me!? If I get out of here, I'll hunt you down, and dissect…"
But Alpha shot his left arm up, and out of the forearm guard shot a small bullet-like object that struck Stagg, causing him to convulse in shock. It was an electric bullet which tazed the arrogant man on his butt, shaking and staring in a shocked state.
Alpha turned back to them, as Toad congratulated, "Thank you. He was very rude, and I can't abide rude people."
"I don't have any love-loss for Stagg, but the others I did," Alpha stated, as he walked slowly to them. "It's over, Valentin."
"But I can fix you too, my animal friend," Professor Pyg stated. "Make you perfect! Like the others!"
"You're insane," Alpha stated, as he stopped seven feet from them.
Professor Pyg snarled, as he seethed at Alpha, "And what are you?"
"I saw the pictures of those you killed," Alpha stated.
"Oh, you mean the rejects," Mr. Toad concluded. "Yeah, they didn't turn out well enough."
"They were too broken," Professor Pyg explained, as he cringed. "They made me sick to think I could make them better." He hten looked back to Alpha, as he asked again, "And again I ask: what are you?"
"I'm the one who's gonna stop you," Alpha answered.
Pyg stumbled back, as he snorted out, shaking his head, "Bad, bad, bad. Pyg is like clay." He finally proclaimed out lout, for all to hear, as Mr. Toad hopped off, letting Harley's head free to move around, "Pyg is like clay! Pyg… IS LIKE GOD!" He then calmly chimed out, "Pyg is here to fix us all!"
"Boss, I don't think he's seen the successes," Mr. Toad replied, as he pulled out a remote, handing it to the Professor. "Might we show him and everyone?"
Professor Pyg smirked, as he generously took the remote, and smirked, "Yes… excellent idea, Mr. Toad." He then held out the remote, as he pushed the button, "Behold! My… DOLLOTRONS!"
Panels around them started to open, as Alpha and Harley heard a raspy whispering and hissing come from the darkness. Then walking out like a bunch of zombies, people started stumbling out of the woodwork. But these people barely looked like people at all. They were all nude, save for bandaged underwear around the pelvic area, their chests bandaged, hands wrapped in gauze, while some hands were replaced with robotic circle saw blades and flame thrower limb attachments. And the most horrifying thing about them was that each person had a blank doll face grafted to their heads, seemingly looking like they were welded on.
"My successes," Professor Pyg proudly proclaimed. "I did everything in my power to convert them all; give them the strength to survive in this sad and imperfect world. Homeless, rabble-rousers, runaways; the unwanted. I have made them invincible! Indestructible!"
In total shock of this, Alpha managed to regain his thoughts, as he stated, "You made them into doll-faced robots who are unable to think or feel anything?! You monsters!"
"You wanna turn me and everyone in here into those?!" Harley realized in shock, but calmly stated, looking to Professor Pyg, "You oughta talk to the Joker; I think he'd appreciate your kind of lunacy."
"My creations!" Professor Pyg called out, as the Dollotrons obeyed their 'creator's' commands. "Protect Daddy! Break the Wolf… so that Daddy can rebuild him!"
The Dollotrons hissed, and charged at Alpha all at once, as Harley could only watch in horror at what would become of the Wolfman that called himself Alpha. The Wolfman rolled out of the way from the rushed attack to the left, but one of the blade-handed Dollotrons slashed at the ground in front of him. but Alpha leapt back to dodge it in time, as a plain Dollotron tried to punch him. But Alpha ducked, and grabbed him by his shoulder and abs, lifting him over and tossing him at the others, as Alpha hopped up, and kicked another Dollotron that leapt at him from the air, sending it crashing into a beam.
Unfortunately, the Dollotrons that were knocked down began to get back up. It was as if what Alpha did to fight back didn't even faze or hurt them at all, as they limbered back in action.
Harley was stunned to say the least, as she pointed it out, "Hey, they're not going down!"
Professor Pyg merely chortled snorted chuckles, as he pronounced, "Fool! My Dollotrons cannot feel pain! They are immune to fear! And they will soon tear through Wolfman flesh!"
Alpha was starting to get the big pic now, as he analyzed the situation, 'He's right. They do seem to be immune to pain. I'm gonna have to hit them harder than ever.'
But he had to get his mind back in the fight, as a double sawblade armed Dollotron charged at him, screeching in a roar. Alpha dodged the slashes the Dollotron attempted to make on him as he attacked him. He pushed Alpha back into a wall, trying with all his strength to dig into the werewolf's flesh. Finally, Alpha headbutted the flesh robot back, as he balled up his fists, and smashed them together.
The gauntlets suddenly sparked, as lines and the knuckles glowed blue on it, sparking with electricity. "Let's bring on the pain," Alpha exclaimed.
A flamethrower Dollotron shot a stream of flames at him, but Alpha leapt up in the air just in time. He ran over to him, as he flipped over, and grabbed his shoulder, and palm thrusted his back. The contact sent surges of electricity, blowing out the flamethrowers and knocking the Dollotron out for good, as it collapsed on the ground.
Another one tried to get him from behind, but Alpha dodged, and backhand punched him, knocking him out for good with the Shock Gauntlets. However, the Dollotrons circled around him, as they prepared to gang up on him. Alpha pulled something out of his belt, a small black orb, and then threw it on the ground hard. The impact created a massive smoke screen that blocked him from sight. The Dollotrons leapt in after him, as they all hissed and disappeared into the smoke screen.
Professor Pyg and Toad watched, awaiting what would happen now for the Dollotrons to come out victorious. Harley looked at the smoke in worry, fearing that the rookie Wolfman Dark Knight wannabe lost.
Suddenly, one of the flame thrower arms was throw right at Pyg, smashing into his face. The right side of the mask broke off, as Pyg squealed, clutching at his face and crying out in agony. Mr. Toad was startled, as was Harley, to say the least, as the smoke cleared away. It was revealed that all the Dollotrons were down for the count, and Alpha stood triumphant.
Pyg squealed out, "WHEEEEEEEEEE! THE WOLFMAN HURT ME! Toad! Retreat is in order!"
"Right away, sir," Mr. Toad stated, as he leapt up, and sonic croaked a blast at Alpha.
But Alpha countered it with his sonic howl; both attacks collided, sending a shockwave that knocked Harley down with the table, and Alpha into the control box. At that moment, the doors opened, and the cages extended back down to the ground. But Professor Pyg and Toad made their escape, as the 'good doctor' lashed out, "Another time, Alpha! And next time… I WILL FIX YOU!"
"So I'll schedule an appointment between you two," Mr. Toad added in, as the two escaped in one of the doors, and lcoked it behind them.
As Alpha regained consciousness, the prisoners were released, say for Harley, who was strapped to the downed table, trying to wriggle out with all her might. One of the citizens, who was helping the unconscious Simon Stagg out, thanked Alpha, though nervously, "Uh, thanks… um…"
"Don't thank me, just get out of here before those things wake up again," Alpha encouraged, referring to the downed Dollotrons.
They did as they were told, hiding back their fear, as they raced out, leaving Alpha and Harley be.
As Alpha approached the table, Harley was just silently amazed by how Alpha handled Pyg and his Dollotrons, just as he was about to put a blade through her face. Alpha approached Harley with that stunned look on her face.
"Are you all right," he asked her, as he approached her getting ready to remove the straps on Harley.
"Huh? Uh, Yeah," she said, snapping out of her amazement, as Alpha easily ripped the straps off. "Thanks," she said, as she got up on her feet, clutching the sheet to cover her front, as her backside was still exposed. But she didn't mind at the moment, as she looked at Alpha in curiosity, and asked with an arched eyebrow, "So it's true, there are werewolves in Everett. And here I thought it was just gossip."
Alpha merely shrugged, "Just a few of us." But then Alpha paled at what he had just told her, 'Why did I tell her that?! Quick, change the subject.' He cleared his throat, as he asked, "So, um…How did you get here? I didn't think you warranted as a target."
Harley was silent for the moment, as she began to circle and observes him. Though she managed to answer his question, "Me and a couple of friends of mine were walking to a cab from the movies, when we ran into these guys. We saw 'em on the news, and knew to turn tail. I guess that's when they set their sights on us and caught me. Seriously, I would've been a walking doll if you hadn't jumped when you did."
She then finished walking around, as she tilted her hip to the side, and folded her arms, tilting her head, as she asked, "So you're the big beast everybody is paranoid about."
Alpha had a nervous look on his face, as he knew what would happen if Harley saw him, 'Alright. Here comes the part where she runs away in fear like everybody else in Everett.'
Harley shrugged, as she finally answered, not all that shocked, "I don't see what the big deal is. Without the armor, I bet you would look like really cute."
Upon hearing that and seeing her calm reaction, Alpha looked at her with a shocked look on his face, "R-Really?"
"Yeah," Harley said, as her voice sounded excited, and then she got in his face as she got closer not, noticing that the cloth on her fell down revealing her naked body. "Plus the way you charged in against that Pyg guy was incredible! You came charging in like Batman but even faster. Then there was that part where you caught the saw blade with your hands…" but then corrected, as she tried to point out, "Er, I mean paws, and charged at him." But then she noticed the blush on his face, as she asked, "What's wrong? You look red in the face."
Alpha gulped, as he nervously responded, while pointing downward, "Well thanks but um… you're kinda..." Harley looked down and blushed in embarrassment, as she finally noticed that her cloth had fallen off.
"Oh sorry," Harley apologized, as she bent down, and quickly wrapped the cloth back into a dress. She used the belt straps as a belt around her waist to hold it in place, as she looked back to Alpha, feeling better. "So anyway, at the end when you beat all those Dollotrons, standing there all cool style… that was AMAZING!" And then she started babbling out a lot of questions, "Are werewolf skulls that tough? Do you have to use special conditioner for your fur? Are you able to jump high with those legs? Can-"
Alpha gently placed a hand over her mouth, as he calmly suggested, "Maybe we should leave before I have to answer any questions, okay?"
Harley, realizing it would lead a lot of questions, nodded, "Right and I really need to get back to my temp home. I wont wanna worry everyone back at it." But before Alpha could lead the way out, she turned and asked him, "By the way, I never got you name. is it Alpha or Wolf-Man?"
"It's Alpha."
"Alpha? Like as a wolf pack leader," Harley asked with a half-smirk. "Really original."
Alpha shrugged, as he confessed, "Well you're the first person to ask. Everyone else just run for the hills when they see me."
Harley realized "Well they are missing out on one kick butt werewolf hero! You're like Batman only your more furry and don't use a mask."
Alpha looked a little stunned at that, but smirked, "Thanks, that means a lot to a guy like me."
Up on the Roof
Once they managed to get out, Alpha escorted her to the rooftop, just as the police had arrived. They were led by a big build man with short cut black hair graying on the side, and a big bushy mustache that seemed to cover his mouth, and dressed in a jungle green overcoat with the same color pants, black shoes and gloves. This was Chief Angel Rojas, the chief of the Everett Police Department.
The police worked fast to escort the slowly recovering Dollotrons, as Harley and Alpha watched on the roof. Looking to him, Harley saw a sympathetic and loss look on his face, as she looked down on the Dollotrons. She finally asked, "Do ya think they'll ever recover?"
Alpha shook his head, "From what I've witnessed from the failures to these things, the damage is irreversible. I'd say death is their only release. They're living a fate worse than death."
Harley had to be amazed by this guy. From all the stories about werewolves, this one was quite civilized. He even showed compassion and empathy for those who needed it. 'It's weird. He's like the Beast in Beauty and the Beast. Though not a real grouch,' Harley thought in amusement, as she asked to confirm, "So I'm guessing you are this town's Dark Knight?"
"Well, I'm actually more like a 'Lunar Knight', but yea that's the main idea," Alpha explained, and then arched an eyebrow, as he asked introductions. "So, you must be Harley Quinzel, the ex-criminal. I've heard you moved to town."
Harley looked at Alpha skeptically, as she huffed, folding her arms, "Have you been spying on me? because when you said Lunar Knight, I thought you'd be less than B-man back in ol' Gotham."
"No! Nothing like that." he answered, lifting his hands in defense. "I just... keep an eye on you... from time to time."
"Uh huh," came the skeptical response. But Harley shrugged, as she said, "Well, it's gonna be a long walk back to Talbot Hall. Those pervs stripped me down and probably threw my wallet aside…"
But then stopped, as Alpha whipped out a familiar sight, "This? I found it when I was running to the lab. It was how I managed to track you down to which Pretty Dolls Parlor the duo held you and the others."
Harley graciously took the wallet, and smirked, "Well, you really are a knight; giving a lady back a token of affection." She then turned, as she was about to head for the fire escape, "Well, I better get going, and you should to. From the way you sounded earlier, I take it you're in bad relations with the cops."
"Let's just say they don't like anything... or anyone different," he replied.
Harley was about to go off, but Alpha stopped her, as he asked, "Hey." She turned around, as she saw him kneel down, showing his back to her, as he looked at her, "I can give you a lift. Talbot Hall's on my way around on my patrol area."
Harley stopped for a moment, but then smirked at the idea.
Once she was securely on his back and him holding on to her from behind while she held his shoulders, he bolted quickly. The sudden speed, caused Harley to squeak in surprise, as she clutched to him close. But once he reached the right speed, jumped to the nearest rooftop, and started heading to Talbot Hall at full speed, her fears dissipated. She saw that as he ran and jumped from rooftop to rooftop, and going all acrobatic while holding onto her, it felt like a roller coaster ride of sorts. Harley was having quite a lot of fun.
"Weeeee!" she called out, as the wind blew in her face. "Come on. Is this the best you could do? I've seen snails run faster!"
Alpha smiled, as he asked in encouragement, "You want speed? I'll give you speed!" And he increased his pace running so fast he was almost a black and grey blur.
As they were racing, Harley could not help but notice there was something... familiar about the situation... and Alpha himself. Now that she looked closer as she leaned in to look at his side profile, she had the odd feeling she had seen him before. Especially his eyes. His deep red eyes that although seemed eerie to anyone, reflected nothing but a familiar kindess she saw in Peter that she only saw when he looked at her or his friends.
"Hey Alpha" she said at one point. "Have we met before, by any chance?"
The hero hesitated for a second, but didn't falter in the run. "Ah nope," he answered, before continuing with a smile, looking ahead, "I would definitely remember a meeting like that."
Somehow, Harley was not convinced. But she kept quiet on the idea. She gently pulled back in position on his back, while her hands rested back on his shoulders. As she did though, despite the fact that he was six-seven feet in height, his shoulders were much broader than when she thought it was the armor. She masterfully hid the small blush on her face, as well as a small smile. As he moved like a speedboat to get to Talbot Hall, for Harley, it wasn't like Superman carrying her in the sky… this felt something more fantastical.
Later On
Talbot Hall
Finally, they arrived at Talbot Hall. he ran as fast as he could through the yards, and leapt at the wall. He dug his claws into it, as he climbed up on it, going to the roof. Once they were up there, Alpha slowed down to a stop near the roof entryway. Just when Alpha put Harley down, a thought crossed her mind at that moment.
Just before he left, Harley ran up to him, and stopped him, as she asked, "Hey. How did you know where I was staying at?" Alpha nearly froze up at that question, and Harley looked at the startled look on his face. She smirked at this, as she decided to tease him a little, "I thought you weren't spying on me."
This time, Alpha didn't hesitate, as he replied, "It's my job to know." Harley lifted an eyebrow, not buying one bit. After seeing that face, Alpha sighed, as he slumped in defeat, Okay, okay. I've looked at your case file. I know you are on probation, and currently staying with Peter Talbot."
"Huh. I guess you would know stuff like that," Harley replied.
The two were silent for a few seconds, not knowing what to say or do. However, Alpha turned for a moment, as the light of the nearly full moon shined through, and hit Harley. For a moment, Peter was stunned and almost frozen, as he saw Harley's figure and frame become illuminated by the shine of the moon. He tried to snap out of it, but Peter made the mistake of breathing deeply through his nostrils, and exhaled. He continued sniffing for nearly a few seconds, until he froze… and slowly turned to Harley. Saying nothing, he leaned down at her, and took a single sniff at her to confirm it, as she seemed a bit confused on what he was doing. He then pulled back a little until his face was six inches from hers, with a strange but dreamy look in his eyes.
"Uh, hey, Buddy," Harley asked uneasily. "You okay?"
Alpha didn't respond, as he seemed fixated only on her, almost entranced. Suddenly, he embraced her close to him, as Harley yelped in surprise. She raised her hands to try and push back, but fortunately, the former let go, as a look of shock was on his face, as he apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean…"
But Harley clung onto him, blushing a little, as she replied, "N-no, it's okay…"
But suddenly, without thought or warning, he pulled her in and kissed her gently on his lupine lips. At first, Harley was shocked and enraged, about to rip his face off with her fingernails. But then she closed her eyes feeling this, and then she felt a hand on her hips, as she placed hers on his chest, pulling at the collar, as she leaned back, bringing him with her, making the kiss more deep and passionate.
She moaned a bit, as she felt his long wolf tongue exploring her mouth. He really was a good kisser and felt one of his hands in her long hair. It just felt so…great.
But suddenly, the two realized what was going on, and didn't want to go further in this knowing what would happen between the two, so they stopped and pulled away. The two felt a little awkward at this, and fell silent on this.
Finally, Alpha spoke up, as he cleared his throat, "Well Miss Quinzel, I kinda have to go. Crooks to catch, a city to protect... You know, the basic hero stuff."
"Yea, I guess you do. Good luck with that," Harley replied, looking rather embarrassed about the kiss, much less that she planned to keep up with it.
Alpha looked at her one more time, lost in thought. He had so much to tell her, so much to share. But not that. She had had enough excitement for one night.
"Stay safe." He said, before finally leaping off, disappearing into the darkness of the night. Harley could only stare at his retreating figure, and lightly touched her lips, tracing them from the kiss she had moments ago. She smirked, "Well… he's a better kisser than Batman, I'll give him that." But then frowns, feeling violated, even if the kiss was great, "Holy smokes, that guy was a horndog."
Inside
After Harley got inside via the roof, she walked to her room, but stopped, as she saw Peter coming down the hallway. He was dressed in a black T-shirt and black sweat pants, but looked pretty sweaty. Luckily, he was drying off with a towel, indicating that he had taken a shower. But he stopped, as he saw Harley present, and ran to her, hugging her. "Harley. You're alright," he smiled confirming it, as a stunned Harley was a bit surprised. "When I heard about what happened from Jean, we all were worried."
Harley pulled them apart, as she smiled to him, "Of course I'm alright. I'm too tough to get taken like that." But then Harley sighed, as she combed her hair back with her fingers, groaning in annoyance, "It seems like my old life of criminals has followed me home."
Peter placed a hand on her shoulder to reassure her, "Come on, Harley. Those eco-terrorists had nothing to do with your old life. Besides, criminals have been popping up all over the world lately, it was only a matter of time before Everett had its share of crime."
Harley sighed, as she looked to Peter depressed, "But it happened the same week that I came home. What does that tell you?"
"It could've happened here anyway, even if you were still Gotham," Peter assured her, but then thought about it some more. "Although, I thought it would be the gang war between Tobias Whale and Black Mask that would bring costumed villains to Everett." He stopped as he saw that Harley was still feeling bad, but assured her more, "Come one Harley, you can't blame your past for this. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time; it could've happened to anyone. I'm just relieved the SCU managed to get you out of there before Pyg and Toad could hurt you."
Harley smiled at her friend's concern, "So am I." But she pulled back, as she confessed something, "But it wasn't the police that saved me. It was Alpha, the werewolf vigilante going around."
At that part, Peter acted like he wasn't there, as he seemed shocked in surprise, "Wait. You mean... there is a werewolf out there? He's not some guy in a wolf costume? Or anything like that nutjub in the batsuit in Gotham?"
"No, he's real, and a perverted dog," she shot back at Peter, who looked confused on that, as she went on. "As soon as he saved me and when we were having a decent talk, taking me back home, he kissed me right before running off. Though I am a little confused on how he knew where I was living, and then with his tail between his legs ran off! Like he thought that since he save me, he had the right to kiss me without asking!" She smacked her fist in her palm, as she grumbled, "Next time I see him, I'm decking him one so hard, his grandpups will feel it!"
A nervous Peter, who was trying to hide it, simply shrugged, "If he kissed you, then maybe that means he likes you."
Harley shot him a glare, as she jabbed, "Don't even joke about that Peter. I've had enough of costumed criminals and vigilantes to last me a life time." She then looked weirded out, as she tried to make sense of the situation," Besides, having a werewolf attracted to me is pretty much saying animals like me for all the wrong reasons!"
A little freaked out by that part, Peter reassured her, "I'm sorry, but I'm being serious. Maybe he likes you, but was really nervous or shy about it."
"He didn't seem nervous enough to lip-lock me," Harley arched an eyebrow. "He even deep-tongue actioned me. though I have to admit one thing: Werewolves have flexible lips and long tongues. Meaning they give great deep kisses."
Peter shook his head, as he stated, "Besides, it's Spring right now and the Full Moon's coming out soon. During either or both events, wolves kind of get a huge jolt of energy. And considering Spring's the annual mating season for all creatures, maybe he's in heat, and seeing you made his instincts take over. Plus since he's a werewolf, he might be a human turned wolf, meaning he's attracted to you on human standards."
For a moment, the two were silent, as Harley gave him a dead panned look, "You have an answer for just about anything, don't you?"
Peter chuckled confidently, as he jokingly made a thinking pose, "Hehehe, just in this situation from my years as a vet seeing how animals act around this time of year." But then honestly smiled to Harley, as he replied, "But seriously Harley, regardless of how, I'm glad you're alright and safe again."
Harley let a small smile come onto her face, as she heard those words. She then quickly grabbed onto him and hugged him, wanting to let those words wrap around and give her warmth constantly, as she smiled, "Thanks Peter, for listening to me, and being there for me." She then pulled back, as she smirked, "I guess after hearing all that about Alpha, I can let that kiss slide…" and then punched her hand, as her smirk made from happy to scheming, "… after I give him that punch he deserves."
"Fair enough," Peter shrugged, but thought in dread, 'Oh boy, I better make sure I see her before the full moon, or else that punch is going to be in stronger when she becomes a werewolf.'
Harley stretched out a little, as she yawned out, "Well, I'm hitting the sack. I got a call that said I start work tomorrow. Night Petey."
"Good night," Peter waved to her, as he walked to his room.
Peter's Room
Once he entered in, passing the tossed armor on the floor, he crashed onto his bed. As he looked up at the ceiling, he thought back about what he had done to Harley on the roof. That kiss came out of nowhere, and he knew the Full Moon was coming this Saturday. His instincts and physical prowess were becoming heightened, as well as his emotional and hormonal instincts. There was no hiding or lying to himself on what was the truth: he was in love with Harley, as the wolf in him was more honest.
Having realized that, Peter picked up his cellphone, and made a call. Once the ringing stopped, the occupant replied, "Hello?"
"Coach, first off, you were right," Peter replied, not bother in replying it was him. "I do have stronger feelings for Harley than I thought I did and could really use your advice right now."
Coach, not bother in asking if it was Peter even though she knew it was him, sighed in relief, as she stated, "Well I'm glad you have come to realize that. Consider that motivation on telling Harley the truth about you and what you did. I mean, it's not like you made a bad impression on her as Alpha right?"
Peter was silent on the phone for a minute. Coach replied once again, "Peter?"
"Well, I might have...kissed her. As Alpha... After saving her from Professor Pyg."
Coach was silent on the phone for a while, which made Peter a bit anxy. But things went back, as she spoke up, sounding rather stunned, "You... kissed her? As Alpha?!"
With great shame, Peter nodded, as he replied back, "Yes, but I was starting to feel like I was going into heat from seeing her naked when Pyg was about to-"
"All right, stop! I don't need to know that much now this late at night," Coach stopped him in time, as she managed to clear her throat. "So… how did Harley respond to the kiss?"
Peter sighed, as he shrugged, "Well, I did apologize to her on it. But when I bumped into her on her way to her bedroom as Peter, she called Alpha... a perverted dog."
Coach laughed out loud on the other end, to which Peter frowned at his expense. Finally, she calmed donw, as she replied, "Well from her point of view, she's right about that. As for how you should handle the situation, if she sees Alpha again, try to apologize, and show you're not a crazy hornball in heat. If you can't before then, well you just made telling her everything a whole lot harder Peter."
Peter sighed, as he replied, "I can't argue with you there. Thanks for the advice Coach and sorry if I woke you. Good night."
"You're welcome and you didn't; I was just going to be. Good night and good luck," Coach replied, as she hung up.
Peter sighed, and tucked himself in, as he turned off the lights. Though he felt a little hard to fall asleep, given what he did to Harley. He sighed, as he thought aloud, "I wonder what she's thinking right now?"
Harley's Room
In Harley's room, Harley, now dressed in a red silk night gown, was looking up at the ceiling as well, with Bud and Lou sleeping soundly snuggled up with her at her feet. All the while, her fingers lightly traced her lips, thinking to herself as she remembered the kiss, "Well, he may be a pervy hornball… but…"
Harley went wide eye, but then smiled warmly, as she twirled a strand of her free hair, as she thought aloud, "I wonder who he really is…" but then snuggled in to sleep, dreaming away her first day tomorrow as a therapist.
But as she slept, the moon was dangerously closing in on becoming full.
Next Chapter: Secrets All Around; a Magpie in the Night
Professor Pyg/Lanzlo Valentin: Dwight Schultz
Mr. Toad: Udo Kier
Humphrey Dumpler/Humpty Dumpty: Matt L. Jones