Chapter 2: Sneaking
Silently, she snuck into the house behind the other three, watched as the other person, a girl with dark hair, and Sam had gathered things from the kitchen, then saw them hurry into the pantry as the werewolf came back downstairs. She knew Ginger could smell her, but Mary also knew the instinct would prevent Ginger hurting her until absolutely necessary.
Mary knew that whatever they had in the closet was the cure, but she could do nothing from where she stood. She saw the Sam emerge, looking scared but determined despite the predicament. He looked around and he must have seen Mary before Ginger's first strike hit him. For a moment Mary was stunned. She could do nothing but watch as Sam pushed with his feet to try and get away, as he yelled with pain, terror, desperation and then "Oh shit…Sam."
Crazed, probably both naturally and by her new instinct, she tore across the kitchen and sank her long nails into Ginger's back, trying to tear her away from Sam. Ginger roared with anger as she turned and knocked Mary flying with one swipe of her huge paw. Feeling the stinging pain in her stomach, Mary landed hard on the floor, slid across it and smashed into the corner of the island counter.
She saw stars on a black background, felt warm blood on her neck, but knew that she was safe for the time being. The Lycan instinct would prevent Ginger coming after her again until there was no other option. Sam however, faced the opposite situation. Angry now, Ginger turned to him. "Oh shit…Sam, I'm sorry."
He would think she was running for her life, but she would not leave him there. She just knew there was no way she took on Ginger's fully transformed self with her half human, half wolf body. Her wounds proved the theory she had had going into that fight. She ran back into the garage, trying to ignore the sounds from the kitchen because it made her vision blurry and her eyes glassy. She searched for less than a minute, before finding a heavy medal chain. What the hell this family used that for she did not know, or care. She picked it up and hurried back inside.
The girl was standing, holding the syringe, which was still full. She seemed to be struggling between fear, sadness and the desire to help Sam. "I'll cover you," Mary told her. The girl looked at her, surprise now on her face. "I'm an old friend of Sam's. I got bit about a year ago. If something goes wrong down there –,"
The girl looked at her, confused, a year, really? It had taken Ginger a month to turn to this monster? What was so special about this old friend of Sam's?
"Don't ask. We don't have a lot of time. She won't kill him, but we still have to get down there like now. I'll go first. Ginger doesn't know me, but she won't hurt me. She can tell I'm like half transformed. She'll have to see you though. Come right behind me." The girl nodded, and followed Mary downstairs. Her hand still burned like it was in a huge tub of ice and she was starting to feel dizzy, but still she followed, holding onto the syringe.
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