Bark at the Moon Chapter Five: You're Going to Put That Thing WHERE!?
The figures of the werewolves around him distorted and twisted, shaping into scenes the young werewolf couldn't possibly have witnessed. Disembodied voices made scattered suggestions as to what he should do.
Fight back…
Get up…
Stay down…
Hurt them…
Seras could tell he was losing control. What's more, his werewolf form seemed to grow even more, and from the panicked reaction Remus was displaying, it was bad. He was bleeding out of every orifice in his head, including his eyes, which were rolling around in their sockets. A pulse beat in his temple, and it beat faster and faster until it shattered, causing a cerebral hemhorrage. With a sudden upswing of adrenaline brought on by the pain, he swung upwards. The startled werewolves were knocked roughly from their position. Remus was flailing about in pain, grasping for something to vent on. One unfortunate werewolf got caught in his claws, and was bitten, hard. Remus might've known it wouldn't help, but he was in no condition to think clearly.
The pressure of the bite was rapidly increasing, and it was causing the unfortunate victim to howl with pain. In amoment of clear thought, he ceased biting the shoulder and sunk his teeth into the neck, cutting off the flow of air and effectively silencing him. Throwing the werewolf into a nearby tree, he turned to face the other four, who had gotten up by now and were charging. He ducked and grabbed the legs of one. He lifted him up and bludgeoned the rest of his attackers down. Seras knew that without silver he couldn't kill them, so it boiled down to a battle of wills.
Cramming the head into ground like a jackhammer, he twisted one of the legs around, acting more out of cruelty than foresight, but it slowed the weaker one from getting up. Moving with speed belying his huge size, he viciously attacked the others to prevent them getting up. Grabbing Argus by the throat, he smashed him into a tree like he was beating a rug. After doing that a couple times, he spied a sharp, broken branch sticking out higher up. That gave him an idea.
Crouching and then jumping up, he propelled himself to said branch and stuck the disdainful one on it, impaling him there. Howvever, in his eagerness, he forgot he just jumped fairly high up. He looked down and discovered that he was afraid of heights. Blood slickened his grip, and he felt himself begin to fall.
Remus hit the ground with an undignified thud. Feeling around to make sure he was back on safe ground, he got up. Only to see the rest of his pack standing before him, including Guinevere. He would have cursed if he could speak.
Remus was fleeing, that was the first, the first thing Alucard noticed. He was hyped up on adrenaline and fear. He was running fast in his werewolf form in full daylight, and the sounds of pursuit were crashing all around him. He was surrounded, his pack was in full pursuit. Underbrush obscured his pursuers from full view, and he was running on all fours. Occasionally a werewolf would leap at him, but he would bat them aside with his large forearms. The second thing he noticed was that Remus was sad.
Of all, the possible things tearing at the lycanthrope's ruined mind, regret was not something Alucard had come to expect from the werewolf. He had a feel for Remus' actions, and saw that he acted more out of impulse and instinct then rational thought.
He'd remember that for later.
His mind returned to the scene. A werewolf jumped out of a bush in front of him and knocked him back. Remus stumbled and lost his balance, knocking him down. Alucard recognized the scent as Loki's.
The smaller werewolf jumped off the bigger as two more caught up. One of the older werewolves Alucard did not recognize, and Argus, the one who had incited the most aggresion in Remus.
The rest of the hunter team soon arrived. Among the notables there were Remus' family and Artemis. Guinevere walked over to him sadly. However, what might have been a touching moment was soon disrupted by the arrival of a new werewolf. Alucard could tell from the way the hair stood up on the back of their necks that they didn't recognize this one's scent. His intentions were unclear, and the pack regarded him with faint hostility. Their heads snapped up as they recognized many more scents. Men in brown camoflage stepped from the bushes and levelled assault rifles at them. Remus took advantage of the confusion got up.
However, instead of running away, he stood in front of Guinevere and Artenis protectively. The eyes of the newcomer turned toward Remus, and he raised an arm toward him. The men opened fire on the pack.
Large rounds smacked against the pack, driving them back behind the trees. Remus stood in front of the two females until they were behind cover, leaving him in the open.
The camoflaged men turned the aim of their guns to him. Suddenly aware that there were things that could hurt him, Remus dove toward the nearest of the armed men, who was holding two SMGs. Alucard recognized the figure as-
"JAN!! LOOK OUT!!!" one of the other figures yelled. Jan looked up and opened fire on Remus, but it was too late to stop the lunge. Remus knocked him to the ground. Before he could get to work, however, the other werewolf kicked him to the ground and put him into a hold. Another man in white wielding two sawed off rifles stepped forward.
"Good work, Captain. We should get him to base, before Dok starts to get antsy."the white coated man said.
Instead of replying, the werewolf the man in white had called "Captain" nodded, and the group started to fall back through the woods. The squad laid down suppressing fire to deter any attempts at rescue.
But Remus' howls could be heard, as he was dragged away.
End of Chapter 5.
Hello, my beautiful watchers!!!! All of you!! Thank you for being so patient with this chapter, I know this was a long wait. The next one will come sooner. I promise.
And, after careful consideration, I have decided that Remus' theme song (if he had one) should be "Superbeast", by Rob Zombie.