Hello everyone, it's me Mario! XD Lolz I wish, but it's as you know, Fanga! Sorry for the slow updates. So this is the first time I'm doing a POV that's not Laney, and I'm not sure if I'll be good at describing the personality right… so let me know in a review –if you want- to tell me if I did good, bad, neutral, etc. Or just tell me your thoughts as usual. Happy very-late holidays!
My mind was blank. Swimming with thoughts that I couldn't hold onto, stuck in the black abyss of unconsciousness. I was there, unsure of what was happening, needing to regain those lost thoughts in order to wake. A voice then pulsed out of nowhere, surrounding me with a single word. "Core," the familiar voice said, echoing around me so I had no indication of where it originated from. I slowly blinked, catching a few thoughts, realizing it was Laney's voice. I felt someone gently poking my ribs, causing me to grow more alert. My thoughts recollected and I felt myself being pulled from unconsciousness, slowly being forced to wake.
When my eyes opened, I expected to see the fierce redhead manager of our band. Instead, I saw a canine with a red-gray pelt, and deep green eyes that matched Laney's perfectly. I blinked. "You're up," the wolf barked with a smile. Slowly I let the event sink in. There was a talking wolf. There was a talking wolf?! I stumbled to my sore feet and backed up as far as I could, only for my back to press firmly against the wall. My legs felt shaky, my vision was distorted, and I felt as if my eardrums had popped and gave me super hearing. "T-Talking wolf!" I stuttered. I was both fascinated yet freaked out by the animal before me, all the while curious on what was happening.
"Core!" the wolf spoke, adding to my amazement. A talking wolf knew my name. Cool! "It's me, Laney, and… w-we're both wolves." Slight panic was in the wolf's voice at the so bluntly-placed sentence.
Laney? A talking wolf? Wait, hold the butter. I was a talking wolf too?! My strange distorted gaze moved towards where my hand was. Or were it was supposed to be.
There's not supposed to be fur on that. And my fingers shouldn't be replaced with tiny little stubs. And dull, black claws. And more fur… going up my arm, all over my body, heading from the nose on my wolfish muzzle to the tip of my frizzy little tail. I wanted to laugh… even a small bit, just to convince myself that it was all a dream. Unfortunately, I just grinned. It must've been a creepy-looking grin too judging by the horrified look 'Laney-wolf' gave me. And then the blackness settled in again.
I woke up with a panic-filled jolt, my hand resting on top of my head, my whole body tense. When I realized I wasn't unconscious anymore, I started shuddering from the dream. That must've been the most lucid, insane, realistic nightmare I ever had. I looked around, hoping to see me on my bed, surrounded by Grojband posters, and to see the window broken from one of Trina's fangirl screams. But no. I was still in the garage, a red-gray wolf a few feet away, and my hand was still a paw. My vision was still twisted, my enhanced hearing remained, and I had lots of gray-blue fur. I was hoping I just woke from a dream inside of a dream, even if that barely made sense.
"Core?" Laney-wolf asked in a questioning tone.
I slowly blinked at her. Then I moved my paw so that I held it above my snout, and then I flipped it around slowly to take in the details, trying to see if I was still dreaming. My wolf arms were weak though, causing my paw to accidently fall hard on the canine nose, sending a small amount of pain up the bridge of my muzzle. Something resembling a yip came from said muzzle and I scrambled up to my paws. It was all real.
"What did Kin do?!" I screamed, unable to keep a calm composure. I was the leader of Grojband, and I was supposed to be that calm guy that calmed others down. But this?! The heck to being calm, I was a wolf!
Laney-wolf's paw rested on my shoulder, and it was hard to restrain my urge to slap it away and embarrassingly scream again. "Corey, calm down!" Laney-wolf demanded. Her voice was the same. Her eyes were the same. Yet everything else was completely different. And then Laney-wolf slapped me. Well, if you could slap someone with paws that is. Luckily though, it snapped me from my crazed thoughts, relaxing me slightly.
"T-Thanks Lanes," I managed to mutter. "And ow."
The fiery redhead… the fiery red-pelt glared at me from the last part, seeing that it was partially a joke. "Are you fine or do I need to do that again?"
"No!" I instantly replied, accidently yelling a bit as well. The wolf gave a heavy, yet relieved, sigh.
"You have some explaining to do, Core…" Her gaze trailed up to meet mine, and then we locked eye contact for a moment. I felt this strange feeling in my chest, but it was interrupted when I heard a stranger voice in my head, and it sounded happy.
Friend. Friend.
"What the-?"
Friend. Friend. Great friend!
I couldn't help but be unable to keep cool anymore and had to scream. "Whatisthat?!" I choked out, nearly tumbling backwards in my surprise.
Laney-wolf somehow was able to keep balance and put a forepaw on each of my shoulders. "What's wrong?"
I pointed at my temple, practically slapping it with a paw in my terror. "T-That… VOICE!"
Friend! Calm! Friend! Calm!
As it kept saying 'friend' and 'calm', I started to gain some creepy urge to listen, as if it was fighting my thoughts to force me to follow. That Laney-wolf was my friend. That I needed to be calm. And no matter how much a part of my brain was yelling at me to resist, I gave in to the voice, suddenly becoming relaxed. I blinked. I just went from a screaming, hyperventilating, panicked psychopath to a calm, collected attitude. Just because I listened to that voice. …Huh.
Laney-wolf removed her paws and sat down and sighed again. "Those are what I learned are instincts, I think. You know that sixth sense that other animals have? I guess it's like a voice in their head…" she explained, slightly exasperated.
"Oh… so, uh…" I recalled what she said earlier, before the voice interrupted. "So what do I have to explain, Laney-wolf?"
The red-gray canine opened her muzzle to speak, only to shut it tight and shoot a death glare at me. "Laney-wolf?!" she seethed. For a minute I thought she was going to yell, causing me to flinch, but she just inhaled, exhaled, and sighed for a third time. "Don't call me that…" 'Laney' groaned. "And as I was about to say, you need to explain that curse from that book you showed me yesterday. I have a feeling that's why we're… wolves."
Following her request, I recollected my bearings on the tale. When I remembered what it was about, I realized that Kin probably wasn't the cause of us being wolves. It had to be the curse. "Once upon a time in old timey Peaceville..." I started in an unnecessary, story-like tune. "There was once a guy… with some very long complicated name I can't remember… and he had a nice little cottage. He had these witchcraft powers, ones that at the start he used for good things. But he slowly changed as others mocked him, calling him insane for talking to animals, saying that his potions and spells were useless and that he should rot in… uh, a pit. So he grew meaner every day. One of those days, there was some snobby kid in his yard, and she yelled insults at him through an open window. The witchcraft dude got so steamed that he used his power to turn that girl into this huge ugly, furry beast. The townspeople locked her away in the sewer and created a legend about her true to this day. I think we met her one time too, when we were going to be an underground band!"
"Back to the story," Laney sighed, making a circular motion with her paw.
I grinned. "Oh right. So after that one incident, the next day the townspeople rose up against him as an angry mob, just like the ones in the Frankenstein movies, and decided to burn his house down while the witchcraft man was still in it. The dude escaped the house luckily, but was weak from all the smoke he breathed in and some burns. And then he knew he was going to be stabbed with the pitchforks and burned with torches. So he used his remaining energy to make the curse. He chanted several words as he backed away from the villagers, and ended with some sort of dramatic finish that made everyone stunned for a moment. While stunned, the man explained to them what he did. That he laid a curse on Peaceville, one that would turn a random group of people into a certain animal, wolves, doing wolves because they were his favorite animal! He would've done something more powerful, but he couldn't, being so weak from the fire. Not only that, but he needed a lot of power in order to do it right at that moment. Since he didn't have that much, he set it in the future, so he told the villagers it'd happen in a hundred years! And then he was… um, killed."
Laney blinked. "A hundred years? Can he even do that while he's dead?"
I shrugged. "Maybe he released the magic and it stayed around, to charge up or something. Wait, what are you asking me for? You're the smart one!"
She rolled her green eyes. "How do we fix this?"
Oh. That. Um… "I-It didn't... say."
Her deep green eyes dilated. "What?!"
"Uh…" Laney was scaring me. "This magic witchcraft dude never said how to fix or stop this before he died. Wouldn't make that much sense if he did either…"
"This is bad." Her paws started to tremble a bit as her anger faded. You could see she was trying to look angry, to hide her fear, but I could 'smell' it somehow. Strange.
"Any ideas?"
Her dull eyes trailed away. "What's that?" she asked.
"Uh, any ideas…?"
She shook her head. "Not you." She raised a paw and pointed under a desk, the one where my laptop was resting. The desk was casted in shadows, but I managed to see something odd within them. It was dark, but it almost appeared to have a furry texture, and so my peculiar eyes naturally shifted to its nocturnal side so I could focus on it. When I finally got a good look with my strange vision, I saw there were two more wolves, both with black pelts, one slightly bigger than the other.
Black fur. A small and big one. Ugh, don't tell me…
"Is that Kin and Kon?!" Laney gasped. The last thing we needed was more people as wolves, but at least they could've helped. Kin was the science type. He'd know how to fix us.
I quickly stumbled towards the unconscious wolves. A strange pink and white mist was coming from around their muzzles, along with their signature scents. I didn't realize there could've seen scent trails, let alone as mist. Being a wolf was so insane. When I smelled the black mist, my instincts whispered they were friends. Just like with Laney, but not as eagerly. When I sniffed the pink and white, my brain clicked and said it was whip cream, saying it was the substance around their snouts. My thoughts clicked as well. Dang. That was my whip cream! That was for if a zombie apocalypse broke loose that we couldn't stop… oh well. They must've woke up before us, freaked out, found the whip cream, and had something like a sugar crash. It almost looked as though they were foaming from rabies, but they couldn't. No scent of the disease.
"Should we try to wake them up?" Laney asked.
"Of course we should! Kin can figure out how to turn ourselves to normal or something like that!" I exclaimed.
"They're not always good in a crisis though…"
"Whaddya mean?"
Her eye twitched at my question. "What I mean is that they woke up before us, and instead of trying to wake us up they get high on whip cream!" She dragged her paw to her face and… face-'pawed'.
"Well they're still our friends' fella. It'd be, um…" I scanned through my pitiful vocabulary to find a good enough word. "Uh… barbaric! It'd be barbaric to just leave them here!" The wolf parted her jaws as if to argue, but nothing came out after a moment, and then she slowly shut them together. "That's the spirit fella!" She grumbled something beneath her breath after that last statement, which I ignored.
My instincts started to pick up. Run! Hide! They were getting riled up fast. Something urgent, extremely urgent. "Lane-"
"We should run. Or hide," she cut off. Her fur was instinctively rising as she slowly let her gaze fall on upstairs, all the while backing away. My stare locked on the top floor only to have the voice in my head start screaming at me.
Then another voice reached my ears. It was a common, high-pitched, horror-induced scream, rocketing from the top step. I reluctantly held a shaky gaze on the owner of the voice before I cringed, my instincts basically wrestling with my brain to get me to flee. The teen was in slightly damp clothes, her pink hair all stringy from a shower with a blow dryer in hand. Well, remains of a blow dryer, seeing that it was emanating smoke from being spilled on with water. Trina's screaming nearly made it explode completely from the intensity, the malfunctioned device barely intact. "MINA GET IN HERE!" she screeched with a seemingly-permanent terrified stare. As if summoned from the gods, the blue haired teen rushed to her side, her hand in an obedient salute position.
"Uh, y-yes Trina?" she stuttered, her voice cracked from lack of rest. The presence of the teen made me back into a table leg, knowing that she'd be taken advantage of to do whatever Trina pleased.
The furious angst teen clammed her hands on each side of Mina's face, roughly turning the frightened blue haired girl so her 'so-scared eyes' were stuck on me and Laney. "Do you see the problem?" Trina seethed. She moved her hands away from Mina only to send one across her face, in a slap of infuriation. "EXTERMINATE THEM!"
The servant shakily rubbed a blaring cheek, muttering that she'd take care of us immediately.
Laney turned towards me, bright green eyes flashing with worry. "We need to get out of here, let's get Kin and Kon!" I barked. Unsure of what else to do, she nodded and looked at the table. A sort of black mist with a sweet and salty fragrance floated from them and lingered in the air. I took a paw step forward but once I had put pressure on it, I nearly fell over. I snarled unintentionally. "Why's it so hard to walk for me?!"
The red-furred wolf had started to dash towards the unconscious pair, but it looked as if she was about to lose balance like I had. Panic was starting to settle in for me. I could barely move, there were all these weird scent trails, there was a second voice in my head, not to mention my world was distorted from being transformed into a wolf!
RUN RUN RUN! The instincts screamed, each time getting louder and louder. They made me want to run. The voice wasn't like listening to someone telling you to do something and you had a choice against it, but the louder it got the stronger the urge to obey became. I wanted to run, but I first fought against my instincts. No! I thought in protest, hoping it would tone down the voice just a little.
It didn't let up. The one syllable word kept repeating and the urge got tougher to resist. With clenched teeth I forced a few paw steps towards the three wolves. Laney wasn't at the table yet, flinching like something was yelling at her. Taking a few steps forward only to almost collapse again, but I still forced myself to get closer to wolves while using my fear and panic for strength. I cringed again at my instincts. It was like continuous bombs were setting off in my head at the volume. Nonstop screaming. My head throbbing in pain.
No, I couldn't take the pain anymore. As more time passed pain increased painful and it became harder to resist that voice. With a quick glance at Laney, I saw she was barely inching towards the table, overwrought, but was somehow resisting instincts better than I was. She seemed temporarily stunned again though, wincing and clawing at an ear in pain.
"What are you WAITING for Mina?!" Trina bellowed, my instincts screaming louder if possible. "SHOOT!"
"Shoot?!" Laney and I gasped. My instincts pounded in my ears but I barely held on to my slowly cracking will, keeping myself from obeying. I glanced at the stairwell, seeing Mina holding a familiar-looking slick machine, one that sent a shockwave of fear through me. The voice in my head got so powerful that I lost control for a moment, scurrying a few feet towards the garage door before I could regain control. The sight of those thin machines sent a horror statement through me. I couldn't remember what they were though.
I dared to look at them again, stubbornly deciding not to avert my gaze till I recalled what the devices were. I was a like a steel stick, my new wolfish brain compared it to. I then recognized something of the too-familiar machine, a trigger. Was that a gun?! The realization sent major twists of pain pounding in my head. I was going to catch a death sentence in my garage, my best hangout, along with Laney!
"Fire already!" Trina hissed at the trembling blue-head. Mina had her fingers shaking around the trigger, largely hesitating to pull back on it, but she managed to get a firm aim at Laney. My heart skipped a few beats and I forgot to breathe for a second. The gun's nozzle pointing at Laney. I instantly became mortified.
RUN RUN RUN!
Stop, stop, and get out of my head! I counter-though, draining the remaining rebellion I had left in my head. I fell to the concrete floor with a thud, clutching each side of my head in agony. So… painful. Spots of black started to invade my vision. My eyes shut tight. My tail tucked itself between my hind legs. The only thing I had that reminded me of my surroundings outside my mental battle was feeling the concrete floor, along with hearing a loud yip of pain from Laney. And I couldn't stop it.
Laney's wolf-cry of pain was enough to let me force an eye open. I stole a glance at the collapsed red-pelt on the ground, but I forced myself to look away. A glare formed and tightened on the reluctant teenager. The metal device focused on me, causing my eyes to shut tight again. I prayed to every Rocklympus god I could remember in the couple seconds I had, pleading that Laney was alive and that I'd survive. Both my instincts and thoughts stopped as something stabbed into my side, causing a heavy feeling to flood my body. The tension from cringing grew weak as I was pulled to the unconscious side of my mind again. I could barely recollect my thoughts for a second, using them to create one last prayer to Rocklympus.
Rocklympus… please… save my band members if you can't with all of us. The twins can't die. Laney can't die. If I need to be killed for them to live… t-then, do so. Just make sure they live. And the black fully settled.
A/N: HAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA!
Yesh xD HOW EMOTIONAL ARE YOU?! Describe me your sadness, frustration, love/hate of wolves, how much you wish Mina would've not obeyed Trina for once, or how you are desperately wishing they're alive. ARE THEY ALIVE?! Or are they dead, and will I start off the next chapter in Wolfy-Heaven? XD Rocklympus… that'd be too funny. You'll have to wait a while for the next chapter, no matter HOW angry you are at me for my sick writing skills and how steep this cliffhanger is.
Man: *Dangling from a cliff* F-Fanga… help, meeeee…
Me: TOO BAD HAHAHAHAHAHHA! I feel evil :3 Figure out what happens next or- *Stares at the man* -if he survives!
Man: I can't hang on m-much longer!
Me: YOU HAVE TO FOR A WEEK AT LEAST!
Man: A w-week? That's too long… I-I'll starve… *Pleading puppy dog eyes*
Me: …fine. *Pulls him up* BUT NO NEW CHAPTER FOR A WEEK NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU PLEAD! Ka-peesh readers?
Man: *Shoves me off the cliff*
Me: *Pulls a string and a parachute releases* FANGA, MASTER OF PREPAREATION!
On a more serious note, I need to say a couple things. I forgot to say this in the earlier chapters, but here it is. This story is rated T because there will be some mention of some mentions of blood, battling, and a song or two I might mention that could have swear words in them (not too much swearing though). You have been warned. I'll see you in Chapter 4!