Chapter 3! Here we go! I don't know whether to make this chap really long and finish the story or make 1 more… Lets find out!
Bolt and Dana had reached the alleyway. Looking down it they saw a small glowing neon sign. Too many of the letters had gone dark so the name was unreadable. "Dark alleyway, check, small unreadable sign, check dark stairway leading down to a door, check. Yep this is creepy!" Bolt said.
"Quit being a baby I was just here." Dana said.
"I was just stating a point shesh." Bolt shot back.
"Whatever, lets just go." With that they walked to the stairs and headed down. The door was plain green with a black screen. At first the door seemed stuck but with a firm yank from Dana it opened, revealing a dimly lit room filled with dusty shelves containing even dustier objects. There were jars and boxes everywhere. At the end of the room there was a counter with an ancient register and bell. Cautiously moving around the room to avoid tripping the duo made there way to the counter.
Ringing the bell a few times they waited for the clerk. After several minutes a creepy looking old man in a dusty brown uniform came out from the back room. "What do you want?" The man, whose nametag said George, asked.
"I was hoping you could tell me about werewolves." Bolt replied.
"Go look at the books, there over there." He said pointing to a dusty bookshelf.
"I meant about the real thing, the disease, lycanthropy." Bolt said.
"Is this some kind of joke? I don't know what you're talking about." George said angrily.
"Just tell him what he wants George!" Dana stepped in and said.
"Fine, I will. Lycans are an ancient race. They have wandered this planet since the dawn of time. The old wolf tribes used to respect them as the greatest warriors ever known. The whole full moon thing is only half true. It was usually a trigger, after that they could sometimes control it. But, there was a dark side to the power. Few could control it and the ones that couldn't usually went mad over what they did. Many searched for a fabled cure, and it is said a few found it. That is what I know. Happy now?"
"I guess, what is this cure? Is it still around?" Bolt asked.
"Why do you want to know?" George asked suspiciously.
"Because… Because… Because I think I might be a werewolf!" Bolt blurted out.
"There is a few ways to know for sure… Come into the back room. The light is better in there."
"You think it's a good idea Dana?" Bolt asked.
'Might as well, you don't have anything to lose." The Tasmanian devil replied.
"Except my sanity." Bolt thought. The back room was in fact better lit but not by much. Walking to a desk the clerk picked up a flashlight and told Bolt to sit down; neglecting that Dana was even there. George walked up to the wolf and flashed it into his eyes. "What color are your eyes?" George asked.
"Cant you see yourself shining that dang light into my eyes!" Bolt said angrily.
"Answer the question!"
"Blue, why?"
"This is why." George held up a mirror to Bolt's face showing red eyes instead of blue. "Time for the next test." George took out a spoon and set it on Bolts nose.
"Ok that's just stupid, what's the point of that?" Dana asked.
"Quiet child! Just watch." At first nothing happened, but after a few minutes Bolts face started to screw up and he started saying "Gah! That burns get it off get it off!" He then started shaking until the spoon fell off. "What was that!?!"
"A silver spoon, im afraid that you are indeed a werewolf…"