FF2: And now here-
Stalker: Here's the next chapter of "Family Traits", where things get intense…
Tracker: And the authoress writes something she will regret!
FF2: T_T …May I do the author notifications, please?
Stalker and Tracker: Sorry!
FF2: (sigh) Thank you. …(ahem) Now-
Biff: Don't forget the disclaimer!
Joe Ruby and Ken Spears: All original Fangface characters are owned by us!
Kite: All Disney characters are owned by the Disney company.
Tracker: I own my OC, FF2 owns his, and WG owns hers.
FF2: Hey, I'm supposed t-
Brielle: Aliases include me as 'Brelyn'…
Timothy: Me as 'Buckwheat'…
Kiff: Me as 'Crim'…
Anna: And me as 'Ginger'!
FF2: Can we please-
Hunters: Astrid and Allen are no longer the Authors.
Lamone: Rather, they're just a couple of Nobodies.
Allen and Astrid: HEY!
FF2: Guys, we have-
Kasandra: And some characters might be 'out of character'… namely because WG loves messing with us.
Fangpuss: Curse you, WG!
FF2: GUYS! (everyone looks at him) Can we PLEASE continue this story? We've already wasted one page with the introduction and disclaimers and all that!
Everyone: Oops…
FF2: (sighs irritably) Now, here's-
Fangs: The next chapter! (gets glare from FF2) …What?
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Brielle carried Lamone into the building, and it was then that she realized how strong she actually was for her tiny size. I ought to sign up for wrestling after this! she thought. Just then, Su (an additional Fangface character) walked in, and gasped. "Oh my gosh! What happened?" she asked.
"Some homicidal moron decided to practice his knife-throwing, and used Lamone as a target!" Brielle said, lying the vampire on the floor. "Stabbed the poor gothic Puggsy-look-alike right in the…" she looked at his chest, noticing that what used to be a fatal stab was now healing, turning into a mere wound. "…heart?"
"He's still breathing!"
Brielle observed him, noticing Su was right. But how? He was stone-dead a minute ago! she wondered. After all, he WAS stabbed in the heart, and that's the main way to kill a vampire… at least, that's how they were killed in Van Helsing.
"I'll go get help," Su then ran out of the room to fetch a medic, leaving Brielle with the unconscious vampire.
She observed him, looking at his stoic expression, and noticing rapid-eye movement (REM) under his shut eyelids, his breathing steady but still fast. He didn't move his arms or legs, or even jerk his head… the only movement came from his REM. Could he be dreaming? Brielle wondered, sitting on her knees next to the vampire, watching and wondering what was going on in his unconscious mind…
~What's Going On In Lamone's Unconscious Mind~
Lamone looked around, seeing nothing but blackness. Where was he? All he could remember was encountering the villains who had kidnapped his cousin… and seeing Marlow rapidly throw a knife at his chest. How foolish he felt, knowing that he could have dodged that knife with ease, had he only seen it coming, which he should have since Marlow pulled out the knife. Why did he freeze? What was going on in his mind that caused him to disobey his natural instincts and get stabbed?
'You let yourself get attached, that's what,' a voice said inside of his head. But that couldn't be true! …Could it? He thought back to the scene: Puggsy was being held hostage with a gun at his head, Jennifer was making death-threats, Marlow was threatening to kill the werewolves… and Lamone himself felt anger boiling inside of him, wanting to flit over and rip their lungs out for threatening the meddlers. 'I guess I HAVE gotten attached,' he thought, letting out a heavy sigh. 'Just like last time…'
Suddenly, the blackness shifted, and Lamone found himself standing outside a large, 2-story white house with pillars out front, and a mosaic-tiled walkway leading up to a large, red door. He recognized the house immediately… and saw that the front door was ajar. "Oh, no…" he gasped, rushing to the scene…
…Seeing two dead bodies- a man and a woman- lying on the floor in a pool of blood. He recognized the couple, having met them before and even baby-sat for them a few times.
"Martha! Lyle!" he knelt down by the couple, hoping that- in some miraculous way- they were still alive. "Oh, please, no…"
Suddenly, an ear-piercing shriek came from upstairs, coming from what sounded like a young girl. Without hesitation, Lamone ran up the stairs, turning left in the direction where he had heard the shriek, and heard sobbing as well. He turned the corner-
-seeing a masked-man holding a teenage girl with light-brown hair by her hair, watching as blood dripped from her throat and her body swayed limply. "Emily!" Lamone couldn't move… couldn't breathe… all he could hear was his own heartbeat…
…and the sobbing, which came from the closet… where the masked homicidal maniac was heading!
"NO!" Lamone snarled and leaped, grabbing the man by the throat as they flew back and broke through the window. The vampire sprouted wings and let go of the killer, gliding downward while he fell two-stories, landing on his back, his body twisted at an odd angle. But a few broken bones wasn't enough, and Lamone began to brutally beat the serial killer into the ground, ripping off his mask so nothing could cushion his blows.
Once he was sure the man was dead- since he pretty much beat him to a bloody pulp- he flew back through the window and opened the closet door, but whoever was in there must have fled after the vampire and homicidal maniac crashed through the window. He began to search the house, pausing when he came to the living room, seeing that a couple neighbors had heard the commotion and called the police. He saw that one of them was holding a small blonde child in his arms, who was bawling uncontrollably.
"Such a sad thing… poor little dear has no family members to live with…" one of the neighbors were saying. "The entire family- slaughtered, just for their fortune…"
The scene shifted, and Lamone found himself back in the hallway, looking down at the other girl, Emily. He knelt beside her, stroking her head, hoping that… somehow… she would open her eyes and smile, and say "You didn't actually think that a little ol' knife could kill me, did you?" …But he knew it wasn't going to happen…
He gasped when her hand quickly clutched his-
~Wake Up~
"Emily?" Lamone gasped, sitting up and looking around the room.
"Waugh!" Brielle gasped, falling backwards in shock, obviously not expecting the vampire to have a rapid wake-up, but she sat back up. "Lamone, you're alive!"
Steadying his breathing and dropping his frightened expression, he gave her a narcissistic look. "Of COURSE I'm alive! You honestly think some knife could kill me?"
"Well, lets see… it stabbed your heart… you fell back, dead… Yep, that's pretty much what we thought."
"Pfft. Nothing but a flesh-wound. We vampires are quick healers, no matter where someone stabs, shoots, bites, claws, or punches us. The only way you could really kill one is either cutting off its head, slicing its body into a million different pieces, or making it explode in a fiery detonation… though, sometimes even the LAST one doesn't work." He stood up and brushed himself off. "But enough about my minor injury. Where are the others?"
Brielle told him about Jennifer tricking WG, then disappearing, all the while kidnapping Puggsy, Silver and Fangface. "They're heading to Tucson. We think they might have a hideout there or something."
Lamone sneered. "The Old Underground, of course!"
"What?"
"No time to explain. We've got to catch up to them. …I fear Jennifer may have some dark plans in store for our friends."
"Our friends?" What has gotten INTO this guy? she wondered. Did that knife have some sort of poison on it or something?
"C'mon!" Lamone grabbed her and- carrying her on his back- flitted through the door and down the streets, making the scenery pass by in a blur.
Su, meanwhile, had just returned. "I brought a First Aid kit, and the paramedics…" she began, but paused, seeing that no one was in the lobby. "Are… on their way?" Scratching her head, she stood there, wondering where the little girl and vampire had went off to.
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The others arrived at the airport, parking their vehicles on the curb, not bothering to park them in the lot in their haste, running through the building toward the boarding gate. It was roughly 3 AM, so the security checkpoint wasn't so tight, and since they didn't have any baggage to check in or scan, they ran right through. "Hey!" The security guard yelled, grabbing Stalker and Hunter. "No animals allowed on the pla-"
"Hands off, bub! We're in a hurry!" Stalker snapped, grabbing the guard by the collar and shoving him back. He pulled out a taser to shock her, but she sent a small bolt of electricity shooting from her palm and into the device, making its batteries go dead.
"Sorry, sir, but our friends are in danger!" Astrid said, grabbing Stalker and pulling her away, then whispered angrily. "Can't you resist being so brutal?"
"In dire situations like these, no."
"Hold up!" Another security guard yelled, as he and several others ran out and surrounded the kids. "Nobody move! You have the right to remain-"
"Allaca-freeze!" FF2 yelled, taking out his wand and zapping the guards, making them freeze in place, remaining still and silent. "C'mon!" He and the others moved past the guards and headed to the boarding gate.
"We're gonna get in SO much trouble," Kim groaned.
"Don't worry, the spell is temporary, and once they unfreeze, they won't remember a thing! …I hope."
They boarded the plane to Tucson, but there was no pilot or staff on board yet. "Crap, where's the pilot?" Allen snapped.
"Well, the flight doesn't leave until 5:45, according to the schedule…" Anna said, looking at an itinerary.
"We can't wait that long! We're going to have to fly it ourselves," Biff said, running to the cockpit and taking over the controls.
"How daring and irresponsible," A Romanian accent scoffed, and they turned to see Lamone and Brelyn standing right behind them.
"What the…?" Baby Fangs gasped.
"Holy crap, he's a zombie!" Fangs shrieked, leaping into Hardy's arms.
"He's not a zombie, you dolt!" Brelyn scoffed. "He's just a fast healer." she turned to Biff. "Well, what're you waiting for, Biff? Get this plane off the ground!"
Biff nodded and began to start up the plane. "How did you guys get here so fast?" Hunter asked Lamone.
"Flitting- running at an incredibly fast pace that it makes us look practically invisible," Lamone explained. "It's an agility all vampires have."
"So, that explains why Edwin always beats me in a foot-race…" Kitefang said.
"(grr) Man, I am SO glad you're not dead!" Hardy exclaimed, dropping Fangs and grabbing Lamone's hand, shaking it rapidly. "I mean, losing my human half and wife is enough, (grr)"
"Wife?" Stalker asked.
"Yeah, you know. Brielle."
Brelyn's eyes went wide, but no one noticed.
"Um… about that, Hardy…" Kite said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "You see… we were all talking about it, and… I hate to upset you, but… well, you know the phrase, 'till death do us part'?"
"(snarl) Yeah? What about it?" Hardy asked.
"Well, um… after the incident with Brielle, um…"
"Oh, stop beating it around the bush, Kite!" Hunter scoffed, then faced Hardy. "Hardcore, I hate to break it to you, but since your wife died… well, you guys are no longer married."
Hardy and Brelyn's jaws both dropped. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?" they both cried.
"You mean… my parents are DIVORCED?" Kiff gasped.
"No, no… Not 'divorced'… just… um…" Hunter tried to explain, then nudged Kasandra. "You explain it."
"Explain it later," Biff's voice came over the intercom. "We're taking off!"
Everyone sat down in their seats as the plane rolled down the runway, lifting off the ground and flying them to rescue their friends.
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Author's POV
"There, now doesn't that look better?" Jennifer asked me as I stood in front of the mirror looking at my 'new' outfit.
I was wearing a white, long-sleeved sweater, with a black short-sleeved jacket over it that ended right above my stomach, allowing my belly-button to nearly be seen through the white fabric; a gray, flannel mini-skirt with darker-gray tights under it; black socks with black dress-shoes; and a black head-band with a fake, gray rose on it. It was the only dark-colored outfit that suited me best… and I STILL felt stupid in it. Even though I had tights on, I kept pulling the back of the skirt down, feeling that it kept lifting up, and the shoes- though made me feel taller- started to make my feet ache, and the headband gripped my head too tight and I began to feel nauseas.
To put it bluntly, I wanted my old, tomboy-styled baggy clothes back.
"Yes, and this is just the beginning!" Jennifer said cheerfully, obviously not noticing my dark glare and scowl were giving off the hint that I desperately wanted to kill her. "Soon, we'll be doing your nails, styling your hair so you actually LOOK like a girl, wax all that unwanted hair off your face- starting with your caterpillar-eyebrows…"
As she went on and on about all the 'magnificent' beauty overhauls she was going to do to me, I couldn't help but stare into my reflection, looking myself up and down, seeing how different I looked… how this look, though a bit stunning I'd admit, just didn't fit me. I was a half-cartoon tomboy, for crying out loud, not some pretty-faced anime chick! I've always tried to tell all my sisters that I wasn't into looking fashionable, that spending an hour in the bathroom dolling myself up was a big waste of time and that I preferred different things. Like writing stories.
But, they never listened, and would drag me into getting a makeover… like now…
Jennifer was trying to turn ME into THEM!
"I can't DO THIS!" I screamed, pushing over the mirror and making it shatter on the floor, then I ripped out my headband and stomped on it.
"HEY!" Jennifer yelled, grabbing me by the wrist. "What about our deal-"
"Deal, nothing!" I jerked my wrist away. "I'm not surrendering to your cosmetic ways!" I ripped off the sleeves of my sweater, throwing them to the floor. I'm finding Puggsy, and we're getting the $& out of here!" I began storming toward the door, fury blazing inside of me.
"Tanya "Astrid" Southerland, you get back here-" Jennifer grabbed my shoulder, jerking me around.
*ZAP!*
Now, I heard the term 'if looks could kill'… but I never really thought it could be serious! Jennifer had flown backwards, shot by a pair of red laser-beams… that came right out of my eyes! I had laser-vision! …..AWESOME!
I turned to run… but was greeted by a fist.
*Bam!*
As I watched the stars spin around my head, Marlow pinned me against the wall, while Snake and Marcus checked on Jennifer. "You shouldn't have done that, little girl," Marlow said, darkly.
"Let me go, you creep!" I yelled, thrashing in his grip, hoping to stun him with my laser-vision… but whatever fury I had before disappeared when he smirked at me… not an annoying smirk that Jennifer had, but something… else.
"You should listen to your big sister… her fashion tips look good on you."
The way he grinned, I realized he was coming on to me. "Oh, HECK no!" I brought my knee up and nailed him between the legs, then tried to run but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back and making me fall backwards. He then came around and pinned me down.
"For a pretty girl, you sure are feisty," he grinned again. "Just the way I like 'em…"
"Marlow!" Someone snapped, and suddenly the werewolf hunter was thrown off me… by Vincent? (I wasn't expecting that, to tell the truth) "Stop trying to live your sick fantasies with our prisoner! …Or did you FORGET that she's also a she-wolf?"
Not anymore, I would have said, but didn't.
Marlow glared. "Hey, it's been over 20 years since I've been with a woman, and Snake already called dibs on Jennifer-" he began to say.
"WHAT?" I yelled, bolting up and turning toward Snake. My own OC was dating my SISTER? Uh-uh! Not in MY story! "You're DEAD MEAT, Snake!" I ran to pulverize him, but Vincent grabbed me, holding my hands behind my back.
"Take her to the cell and lock her up!" Jennifer spat, sitting up. "Our master has plans for her, anyway…"
"Master? WHAT master?"
I didn't get an answer because Vincent and Marcus were already dragging me out of the room, down the corridor and to a dungeon, where a cell door was being guarded by Ed. Dragging me in there, they shackled my hands behind my back, keeping me chained to the wall and shutting the door… leaving me in the dark, no light except from the one shining through the barred window. Damn, I hated the dark! I tried pulling on the chains, hoping that I head super-strength and could bust out, but the shackles cut my wrists and I stopped, not wanting to harm myself any further… just in case the story of how cartoonbrids can't die easily wasn't completely true and I bled myself to death.
"Wherever Girl?" A voice whispered, and my head jerked up, looking blindly around the darkness for the one who spoke.
"Who's there?" I asked, my voice just above a whisper.
"It's me… Puggsy." I heard the rattling of chains, and saw a familiar silhouette crawling toward me, stopping when his ankle was pulled back by a chain.
"Puggsy? Puggsy!" …I was never more happier to see him- except when Fangface came on. I stood up and tried to rush over to him, but my chains pulled me back and I fell to my knees. Luckily, both our chains were long, so we were only a foot away from each other.
"What happened to you?"
I sneered. "Eh, Jennifer couldn't take my rebellious nature, so she had me thrown in here."
"No I mean… what's with the outfit?"
I rolled my eyes. "It's the new prison uniform. …Jennifer made me put it on, what do you think?"
"Hey, I was only asking! No need to go on a murdifying rage,"
I sighed, shaking my head. "Sorry, it's just… I don't know how to handle my powers, yet, we're stuck here in this prison with no way out, and… (sigh) I wish Fangface were here,"
"No way out?" Puggsy scoffed, and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pick-lock. He then freed himself of his shackles.
"How did you DO that?"
"What, you think I trained with Aladdin for nothing?"
"Good point. Lucky. …So, got a plan on our escape?"
He began pick-locking my shackles. "So far: bust out, sneak out, and get back to the others."
"What a coincidence, that's the only plan I've got, too." I then became thoughtful. "But… Jennifer mentioned a master having some sort of plans for us. …Who is it?"
Puggsy shrugged. "Beats me. They threw me in here once we got here,"
*click*
The shackles fell off my wrists and I rubbed them, seeing that the metal had scraped them quite a bit, but the bleeding wasn't too bad. "Alright, new plan: I take out Ed, we find out who this 'master' is, and then we take him out."
"Good plan," Puggsy said, sarcastically.
"Oh, like yours was any better…"
"I beg to differ, since it was the only plan YOU had, too,"
"They're both good plans…" A voice said, and we turned and saw a large, bulky, ripped-out, gray creature with flaming red eyes, sharp teeth, wearing dark armor. "But… not good enough if you want to escape MY wrath."
I had seen him only once before, in my nightmares. "Skieth." I gasped.
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3rd Person, POV
The plan landed right by the Santa Cruz river. The emergency inflatable slide popped out and everyone slid out. "This way," Lamone said, leading the others down the river, stopping by a large boulder.
"Alright, Lamone, where's this 'secret hideout' you told us about?" Blackrose asked.
"Hold on." Lamone felt the rock, shutting his eyes and concentrating… then slammed his fist on it, hitting a secret button that opened a secret door in the ground with a secret stairway that lead into the secret lair.
"Whoa! How did you know how to find it?" Fangpuss asked.
"Marlow and I used to be colleagues in hunter-training… that is, before he snapped and decided to hunt werewolves. This was an old, underground arena where we would train in secret, but it was abandoned after the hunter-class lost its funding." He began to slink downward, followed by the others.
They walked down the stairs until they came through a doorway, entering a large, stone stadium with a large dirt-grounded pit with a steel, barred dome covering it. Once they were through, the doorway slammed shut behind them, trapping them inside the stadium. "Holy cow!" Buckwheat gasped, leaping into Biff's arms.
"About time you guys showed up!" A voice called, and they all looked up to see the villains sitting in a balcony, and sitting behind them on a throne was…
"S-S-S-S-S-SKEITH?" Allan and FF2 stammered. "B-B-But… h-h-how?"
"What? You foolish kids honestly thought you could keep me imprisoned in that lousy bracelet forever?" Skeith boomed. "I managed to escape… after Dark-Al erased all those other egos!"
"How?" Kite asked. "I thought someone had to transform into their ego for them to-"
"He DID transform into me… in his sleep!"
"Oh… crap," FF2 said, cringing as he remembered his dream. "That was REAL?"
"Yes, and I used your 'defusion' spell to break free! …Now, you shall all face my wrath! …After a little show."
"Ah, crap, you're not going to burst out singing a Disney villain's song, are you?" Blackrose gasped.
"Uh, no…"
"Whew! That's a relief."
"Jennifer, if you would…"
Jennifer took out a microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen… retards and bigger retards…" she announced, addressing our heroes. "Take a seat, and turn your attention to the stadium to witness the greatest battle in history!" Everyone ran toward the steel dome, looking in and seeing two familiar faces, being shoved through a doorway in the pit by Marlow. "To the left of the arena, my idiotic sister and that stupid cartoon she stuck her neck up for only to end up in this situation, WG and… what's-his-name."
"I don't like the looks of this…" Fangs gulped.
"AND on the other side of the arena, the two furballs that drive me crazy and who my sister won't shut up about… Fangface and Silver!"
Everyone looked over, seeing the doors open and the two werewolves dive out… only, something was different about them. Their eyes were glowing red, their claws stuck out, and they were snarling in an animalistic rage. "W-What's wrong with them?" WG demanded.
Vincent laughed. "It was Marlow's idea…" he said. "He injected them with a serum that caused their 'pure' blood into 'evil' blood. Now, they truly ARE monsters."
"You have only one choice, sister," Jennifer called. "You both either have to kill the werewolves… or BE killed by them!"
WG and Puggsy gasped and dodged as Fangface and Silver lunged at them, then split up as the werewolves began to pursue- Silver going after WG and Fangface, of course, going after Puggsy. "Yipe!" Puggsy screamed when Fangface snapped at his ankles. "Fangface, snap out of it! It's me, Pugs, your best friend!" But, this time, Fangface didn't listen and continued to chase after him. "Augh!"
"We've got to DO something!" Kasandra cried.
"Let me in there!" Hardy snarled, trying to rip open the bars, but they wouldn't bend. "(grr) I'll tear 'em apart!"
"Ditto!" Stalker snarled, trying to electrocute the bars into breaking… but only ended up shocking Hardy off, making him fly back into the third row of the stadium. "Oops! (grr) Sorry!"
"Ha! Those bars are unbreakable!" Ed called.
"And they have an anti-magic force-field around them too, so no spells can affect them!" Marlow added.
"Crap, what are we gonna do, NOW?" Brelyn cried.
"RUN, WG, RUN!" FF2 called.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING, TAKING A STROLL?" WG snapped, jumping up and clinging onto the bars, making Silver run into the wall. Silver snarled, shaking off his pain, then leaped up and grabbed WG, yanking her back down. "ACK!"
"…Fangface, I swear, if you kill me, I'm gonna come back and hauntify you!" Puggsy yelled, still running from the werewolf, who just snarled and leaped toward him. "Yikes!" he ducked, making Fangface crash into the wall.
"Oh, man… Your dad is gonna kill MY dad!" Kiff gasped.
"Crap, what if your dad kills MY dad?" Anna gasped.
"That… is gonna suck." Blackrose said, bluntly. The three offspring looked at each other… then whipped out foam-fingers, drinky-hats, and little flags with their dads' names on them.
"GO DAD!" All three of them cheered.
"KIDS!" Hunter, Kasandra, Fangs, and Brelyn all snapped.
The kids dropped their novelty items. "Sorry."
"Well, I'm heading to the bathroom," Jennifer sighed. "Tell me if anyone dies," and she left.
Allen and Astrid watched, biting their bottom lips. "This isn't looking good…" Astrid gulped.
"MOMMY!" WG screamed.
"You think?" Allan scoffed at Astrid… then thought about something… something HIS mommy told him:
"Do not be deceived by your foes, remember who your friends REALLY are, and love can work as a strength AND a weakness,"
He found out that Jennifer and the other villains were just puppets in Skeith's work, not the real threat- they were already deceived. He knew who his friends were… and knew that Fangface and Silver were still their pals, despite the twisted deed Marlow did to them. But the part about love being a strength and a weakness…
Then it dawned on him. "Love." He said aloud.
"What?" Brelyn asked.
"That's how they can stop them- with love!"
"Um… dude? Have you been watching little-kids shows?" Buckwheat asked, arching an eyebrow.
"No. My mother told me in my dream that love can work as both a strength and a weakness…"
FF2 thought about it, looking down at Silver as he chased WG, remembering the night he had stayed by her side… keeping his arms around her. He knew why he had done it. He loved her.
"Dude, that's the most cheesiest thing I've ever-" Brelyn began to say.
"Listen to him!" FF2 snapped, then ran up to the bars. "WG! Pugs! You don't have to fight them! Just-"
*Whack!*
Before FF2 could finish, Vincent swung down and kicked him in the face, accompanied by Marlow, Ed, Snake, and Marcus. "Sorry, can't have you kids ruining the fight," Marcus scoffed.
Stalker jerked her head around, seeing Vincent aim his gun at FF2. "I DON'T THINK SO!" she snarled, then lunged and punched the werewolf hunter in the face. "That's for FF2..." she then shot him with a bolt of lightening. "And THAT'S for tearing me to shreds!"
Snake faced Baby Fangs, drawing his knife. "Lets dance, kid," he said.
Baby Fangs smirked, then drew out his sword. "Okay. I'll lead," he said. Suddenly, his body began to vibrate, and automatically he shrank back down to his trademark, infant age. "Gah!"
"Ra ga goo ga? (snarl)" Fangpuss demanded… having been turned back into an infant as well. (Translation: "What the heck happened?")
"Must be an age-glitch," Tracker said as she punched Ed square in the face, sending him flying backwards. "It happens when characters who have the ability to change their ages stay the same age too long."
Kiff, Anna, and Blackrose froze. "Oh, cra-" they began to say… then shrank down to their current ages. "-ga."
Snake grinned. "Normally, I'm not the kind of guy who would hurt an infant, but since my creator isn't controlling me at the moment-" he said, raising his knife.
"BACK OFF MY KID!" Hunter and Hardy both snarled, attacking Snake.
"Fangs, Kasandra, you guys take the kids somewhere safe," Kim ordered, Judo-kicking Marcus in the ribs. "It's going to get violent around here,"
Fangs and Kasandra grabbed Kiff, Anna, and Baby Fangs. Fangpuss and Blackrose stayed to fight- hey, just because they're infants doesn't mean the werewolves can't fight! They growled and grabbed Marcus by the ankles, pulling them out from under him, then Kitefang picked him up and threw him across the stadium, making him crash into the wall by Skeith's head. The gray monster growled. "I've had enough of you meddlers!" he roared, then leaped down from the balcony.
Allen approached him and transformed into Norm. "You think you're the dark ego?" he asked, darkly. "Think again." Skeith snarled and swung his fist, but Norm dodged it and took out his key blade, striking the beast in the temple. He roared and lunged, but Norm showed no emotion… just stepped to the side and having the creep slam into the wall.
Marlow drew his knife to attack Stalker from behind… but was intercepted by Brelyn. "Outta my way, little girl!" he snapped.
"Nah." Brelyn replied with a shrug, then sent an upper-cut upside Marlow's jaw, making him fly back. "Take THAT you-"
Vincent appeared behind her and caught her in a choke-hold, holding a knife up to her neck. "Too bad you're not on our side… You'd make a good apprentice," he whispered darkly.
"I am NOT, and NEVER WILL BE, your stupid APPRENTICE!" she swung her fist upward, striking him in the nose.
Vincent shook off his pain, glowering at her. "You remind me of my last apprentice,"
"I was NOT your apprentice! Did you not HEAR ME the FIRST time?"
Vincent glowered… but paused, gasping. "Brielle?"
She rolled her eyes. "DUH!" She swung her fist again, but this time Vincent dodged. She was about to strike again, until Marlow grabbed her and- quick as a flash- slit her throat!
Lamone watched the scene… it was like déjà vu…. Emily… he thought, then clenched his fists, letting the anger boil up inside of him. Suddenly he sprouted wings, his claws grew, his fangs extended, and his skin turned pale-white. His cloak fell off, revealing he was wearing a black T-shirt and exposing his muscles. Oh, and he grew a tail, too. He let out a snarl and attacked Marlow off guard, mauling him, slamming him into the wall, beating him to a bloody pulp… I'd go on, but that would be almost TOO much violence for this story, so I'm just going to skip to the part where Lamone throws Marlow across the stadium, making him slam into the wall and land on the floor in a bruised and bloody state.
Meanwhile, WG dodged Silver as he lunged for her again, then leaned against the wall, out of breath. I can't keep this up… If I keep running, I'm gonna collapse! she thought, gasping for air. She looked at Silver, who had made a U-turn and started to approach her, and she stood up straight and began approaching him slowly. I can't kill Silver either… He's my friend! She thought about the night where he comforted her, holding her in his arms the whole night after she asked him to stay with her. It wasn't because she needed comfort, nor was she scared to be alone… she just wanted him by her side.
Wrapped up in her thoughts, the authoress didn't realize until it was too late that the werewolf was now right in front of her, staring at her with crimson-red eyes. "Silver…" she whispered, grabbing his shoulders. "Please… snap out of it."
In response, he gripped her shoulders, digging his claws into her skin, coming close to drawing blood, and he snarled. He won't listen… she realized, tears coming to her eyes. He's gonna kill me, because he can't control himself. As the werewolf dug his claws deeper into her shoulders, she bit her bottom lip, shutting her eyes tight…
-STORY-INTERRUPTION!-
WG: Hey, readers… Yeah, I decided to, um, 'edit out' the next part, for it's too shocking… and somewhat embarrassing-
Puggsy: Ah, just show it!
Stalker: Yeah, it'll teach you a lesson for getting me torn to shreds!
Brielle: And me getting killed and turned into a 9-year-old!
Everyone: And causing all of us to switch genders!
FF2: Plus, I think it'll make a fine addition into the story.
Puggsy: (rolls eyes) You would.
WG: But-
Kim: Just show it. It won't hurt anything!
WG: Except my reputation!
Baby Fangs: So? I'll bet a lot of authors on the site did the same thing!
WG: T_T Name ten.
Everyone: JUST SHOW IT!
WG: Okay, FINE! (sigh) …Readers, you have been warned…
-BACK TO THE STORY!-
As the werewolf dug his claws deeper into her shoulders, she bit her bottom lip, shutting her eyes tight. "You're not a monster…" she whispered. "You're my friend and… I love you." keeping her eyes shut, she brought her lips upward, carefully pressing them on the werewolf's lips… er, well, actually his fang, but… oh, you know what I mean!
Fangface, who had just pinned Puggsy to the ground, looked over at Silver. Puggsy looked over in the same direction. "Uh?" The two friends said, arching eyebrows, completely confused.
"Whoa, whoa, WHOA! HOLD UP!" Astrid called out, looking down into the arena.
Everyone paused their brawl, looking downward into the arena, unable to believe their eyes.
WG was kissing Silver! …And he wasn't killing her!
"Are you getting this?" Hardy snickered to Fangpuss, who was holding a video camera. The wolfling gave him a thumbs-up, smirking.
Kiff and Blackrose's age-glitches passed and they turned into a couple of 13-year-olds. "Dude… Your half-mom… Is kissing MY cousin," Blackrose said, bluntly.
"Yeah." Kiff said, his eyes wide with shock.
"Awkward…" Kitefang said out the side of his mouth.
Silver continued to growl, still gripping WG's shoulders. Suddenly, his claws retracted, he stopped growling, and his eyes returned to their natural hazel color. He looked at the girl standing before him, his gaze softening a bit, and he slowly puckered his lips, kissing her back. They pulled out of their kiss, looking into each other's eyes, and WG sighed with relief at seeing her friend back to normal.
"Well… that romanticized moment is gonna scar me for life." Puggsy muttered, and Fangface growled in agreement. He then realized that Fangface was still affected by the serum, and quickly ran, and the werewolf snarled and began to pursue him.
"Puggsy!" FF2 called. "You've got to display a symbol of affection! It's the only way to snap him out of it!"
"I am NOT kissing my best friend!"
"You don't HAVE to kiss him, lunk-head!" Astrid scoffed. "Just… hug him or something!"
Puggsy stopped, seeing that he had run into a dead end, and Fangface was prowling toward him. Man, this is SO gonna put us on a slash-fan's list… Puggsy thought bitterly, but approached Fangface and- before the werewolf could lunge- dived forward and wrapped his arms around him in a hug.
"Are you getting this?" Stalker snickered to Fangpuss, who nodded.
"C'mon, buddy, snap out of it…" Puggsy whispered, keeping his arms around his friend. "You're not evil… you're the good guy! You're my best friend…"
Fangface continued to snarl.
"C'mon, Pugs… say it!" Fangs called.
"Say what?" Puggsy asked, not letting go.
"You know… those three little words that can break the trance…" Kasandra said, stifling a giggle.
Puggsy sneered. "Do I HAVE to?"
"It's either that, or get mauled." Kite said with a shrug.
"Plus, he always says it to YOU," WG added. "What difference would it make?"
"Besides losing my dignity?" Puggsy scoffed.
Fangface snarled, digging his claws into his back.
"Ack! Okay! Don't kill me! I… I…" he took in a deep breath, then mumbled something.
"Speak up! We can't hear ya from the back row!" Buckwheat called.
Puggsy sighed, burying his face into Fangface's chest, muffling his voice. "I huv oo."
"What?" Hunter asked, teasingly.
Fangface growled again, slowly clawing Puggsy's back, ripping his shirt, and he then bit into his shoulder, making the teen cry out in pain. Goofing around time was over, and everyone recalled the seriousness of the situation. WG and Silver ran over to help…
"Please don't do this to me, Fangface," Puggsy whimpered quietly. "I'm your friend… you're my best friend… I… I love you."
Right before he could break the skin, Fangface stopped biting his friend's shoulder, retracting his claws and the redness disappeared from his eyes. He stood up straight, looking down at his friend. "P-Pugs…" he said, dazed. He looked at the bite-mark on his shoulder, and saw the claw-marks on his back, and he gasped. "Ooh, Pugs! I'm so sorry…" he then hugged him back.
"You got all that, right?" Snake asked, laughing. Fangpuss gave him a thumbs-up… then hit him upside the head with the camera, knocking him out.
"Dude… Your dad… just hugged MY dad." Blackrose said, stunned.
"And YOUR dad came close to killing MY dad." Kiff added, stunned as well.
"Yikes." The two offspring said, shuddering.
Silver and WG stood in the middle of the arena, relieved that Fangface had snapped out of it. They then faced each other, and Silver hugged her. "I could have killed you…" he whispered.
"It was a risk I was willing to take," she whispered back, lying her head on his chest, then widened her eyes. "Though, I think we just ripped off a scene from Inuyasha…"
Silver chuckled, and they pulled out of their hug, the same time Puggsy and Fangface did, and the four friends approached each other. "I hope this doesn't end up on Youtube," Puggsy said, rubbing the back of his neck.
*BAM!*
Everyone looked over, seeing that Skeith was pinned down, and Norm stood on top of him, aiming his key blade at his throat. "Whoa! How did you take him down so fast?" Buckwheat asked.
"While you all were enjoying the little fluff moments in the arena, I attacked Skeith with my Underworld deck. And now…" He took out his bracelet, whispered something, and Skeith disintegrated back into the bracelet. "He will never escape again."
*FLUSH!*
Everyone looked up, seeing Jennifer step out… and her jaw dropped at the sight in front of her. All the villains, save Vincent, were defeated, Skeith was down, and… the two werewolves weren't attacking Puggsy and WG anymore! "What the $ did I miss?" she yelled.
"Well… WG kissed Silver," Fangs called up to her.
"What?"
"Ga ga!" Fangpuss exclaimed, leaping onto the balcony and showing Jennifer the scene on his cam-corder.
At that moment, any hint of insanity that remained in Jennifer's brain vanished, and she snapped. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH!" She screamed, then slammed her fist on a button that opened the arena cage, and she leaped down, taking out a knife. "THAT'S IT! I'M GONNA KILL YOU-"
*THWACK!*
A random brick flew through the air, smacking Jennifer in the head and knocking her out. Everyone looked upward, seeing Wolfsbane- that she-wolf from Chapter 18. "No one tries to kill Fangface and Silver while I'm still living!" she said, then saluted the others and threw down a pebble, disappearing in a puff of smoke.
"That was… random." Kim said, arching an eyebrow, and everyone looked over at WG.
"Eh, I can never write a good story without throwing in an unexpected detail," she said with a shrug.
"Um, guys?" Lamone called. "You'd better get over here, quick!"
Everyone ran over to Lamone, where they saw Vincent kneeling down beside Brelyn's body, which laid in a puddle of blood. "She was… Brielle… the whole time…" he whispered, shaking his head.
Lamone knelt beside Brielle. "What?"
"This girl… she's actually Brielle…" Vincent held himself to keep from shuddering. "And she's…"
Lamone looked down at the girl, eyes widening in horror at the sudden déjà vu that struck him. She looked just like that girl, Emily… but with blonde hair and blue eyes… they both had similar features. "Brielle… as in, Brielle Shereba?"
"Yes… do you know her?"
Lamone nodded. "I knew her family." he stroked her head. "All these years… I wondered what became of her after her family was slaughtered…"
"I took her in… I decided to teach her to defend herself, just in case something…" Vincent couldn't finish his sentence.
"Y-You mean, she's… she's actually… M-Mom?" Kiff whimpered.
"Brielle?" Puggsy and Hardy both gasped.
"MAN, why didn't we see it, before?" Stalker cried out.
Everyone stood there in silence, those wearing hats took them off in respect. It was as if they were re-living Chapter 6, and had lost Brielle all over again… which, ironically, they did. Kiff began to sob, and Puggsy put his arm around him, shedding tears as well. Hardy fell to his knees, burying his eyes in the heel of his palms as he weeped. Everyone began to cry… even Vincent.
"She was… like family to me…" the werewolf hunter whispered, bowing his head as tears ran down his face.
Lamone said nothing. He felt as if he were back in Brielle's house, watching the whole murder-scene all over again. He carefully picked up Brielle's limp, lifeless body and… after all these years… shed a tear. "Please don't leave me again," he whispered.
Darkness once again fell upon everyone…
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