Chapter Three; Ominous
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The Big Bad Wolf looked over Freddie, critically, "You know you have to stay away from her. She makes you weak."
The Good Wolf nodded.
"If I catch you with her, you will pay," Another nod. The Big Bad Wolf stepped closer, "And I will do some really, really horrible things too."
Freddie swallowed and backed away. His leader kept it up.
"Do you like the way she smells? Like a berry; soft and sweet, with skin you can just rip apart with your teeth. You know that, though, don't you? Don't you want to just tear into her?" He laughed.
"No, I want nothing to do with her!"
The pack laughed. Mad Dog practically howled, "I'll take me some of that!"
The Big Bad Wolf quelled that thought with a glance, "I think Mad Dogs on the right path here. Maybe he should take Carly into a room; somewhere nice and quiet. Let her give out, again and again and again…"
"She's not like that!"
….
"Then what's she like?"
"Carly won't let anybody that close. She's… special."
Prairie Dog hissed out laughter.
The leader continued, "Well, I'll just have to see about that, won't I?"
He licked his lips, "Carly Shay… that's nice…"
Chapter Four; Worst Party Ever
The ICarly crew was not getting into the swing of things. Sam delighted in torturing Gibby, but Carly was too busy worrying about Freddie to enjoy the party. She looked at him, too concerned to care that one of her favorite songs was on.
Freddie, for his part, was not too concerned about his party. He was a dog, nothing more, only obedient to his master. And right now, he felt no inclination to 'party.' At the Institute, he had been re-educated. Humans, he was taught were not really monkey-like. Men were like dogs. He was to follow the alpha with loyalty, and the endurance of a canine. He met the Big Bad Wolf and stood up to him, earning Freddie the nickname "Good Wolf."
But no matter how good he was, he could not block her out. Before the let him out of his cage (literally) his masters had instructed him not to see her or talk to her. He was directly violating what he was instructed. So if anyone saw him now…
"Jonah, why do you have to be such a party-nub?"
Sam was starting another fight with her ex-boyfriend. Carly was surprised to see that this was enough to get Freddie to act. He seemed like he didn't care about them anymore, but maybe deep down, he did.
"Jonah, this is my party, time for you to leave," Freddie was surprised by how little inflection he had.
Jonah, brushing Sam off his brown coat, turned to Freddie, "I haven't seen you in a while, and that's not long enough you little bitch."
Freddie's teeth ground in annoyance. He wanted to kill, but knew how to control that urge. If he killed someone the very day he returned… well, that just would not happen. He gestured towards the door.
Jonah nodded and headed out. Then he turned and tackled Freddie to the ground.