Here is the next chapter as per request! Hope you do enjoy!
Ps: as you can tell I am all about communication. There is only one word in this whole chapter:)
No one can hear me scream.
Eliot woke up to the bright sunlight attacking his eyes. Squinting, the hitter started to lean up from his laying position. Grunting from his sore bones, Eliot realized he was naked and covered in blood. What happened? Scrambling to remember, the hitter came back with nothing. Just the fact that he turned into a werewolf last night. Oh. That. Well on all actuality, he turned into a wolf and not a werewolf. He was a werewolf already, no matter what form. Ever since that fateful night. Eliot growled in frustration at his luck. Not only were werewolves real, which concerned Eliot as he had never encountered one before, but he just had to get bit by one. Were there that many out there or was he just lucky like that? Eliot licked his lips to find the blood in his mouth was from a deer and a bear. Other species he could taste too but those were the main ones. Not human though. Looking around, the hitter got up and looked for familiar surroundings. Once noticing he was only ten feet from his duffle bag, Eliot started to get dressed. Every smell of the forest attacked his nose and the hitter almost wanted to gag at all the blood he smelt. Once he felt good enough, the hitter left for Nate's apartment. He needed a shower bad and he figured that was the closest place. Plus his spare bedroom was calling his name and Sophie would kill him if he didn't check in. Once there, Eliot used his key to open the door and tried to sneak past the sleeping Parker and Hardison on the couch. Once past, Eliot made it to the bathroom after making it past Nate and Sophie's room. Turning on the hot water, the hitter washed off everything he could. However, he couldn't wash away the knock on the door. After yelling/ requesting for a minute, Eliot got out of the shower and got dressed. Still slightly damp, Eliot opened the door. The whole team stood on the other side. Slightly uncomfortable, Eliot shifted his weight at their gazes. Each team member held an either pitying, fearful, sick, or sympathetic gaze. Eliot wasn't ready for this. He didn't want to discuss anything, especially what they heard last night. Not in the mood for their help, Eliot growled out his question.
"What?"
Hardison jumped a little at the hitter, more so than usual. Not that Hardison would ever claim he was a sissy, its just he liked to keep all his fingers. Parker looked curious as usual when around the hitter. She always found new questions to ask him every day. Nate looked like his normal drunk and neutral self. But it was Sophie that tore at Eliot's heart strings. It's not that he had romantic feelings for her, as he always viewed her as an overprotective big sister. It was just that though that made her have the most crestfallen face of them all. It appeared as if she had been crying. Softening his gaze a little, the hitter looked apologetic for his irritability. His guilt was cut short though as he was suddenly being hugged by the grifter. Her arms wrapped around his strong torso and she buried her face in his chest. Shocked, Eliot slowly put his arms around her and he felt the soft shaking of the grifter. She was crying.