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15 Feb 13 - 06:17
"It looks like Mwamba was right," said Aggron. It was late the following afternoon, and the remaining villagers were huddled together at the edge of the burned woods.
"So let's get them," said Epic Footstool, "But which one do we go after first?"
"Luciene," said Jen darkly "She's been playing us from the start, telling us who to accuse, getting my poor Senty killed. It has to be her."
The others tried to argue with her, told her not to make any hasty decisions, but she was adamant. Finally, frustrated with their reluctance, she went to Luciene's home herself.
She knocked on the door. It swung slowly open on its own. She peered into the dark room, only to be hit with a horrible smell.
The floor was littered with piles of blood-soaked fur. Jen turned one over. It was a dead cat.
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After some more argument, Epic and Aggron decided to go after Jen. Upon reaching the edge of the town, however, they saw two indistinct figures standing in the dusky twilight.
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"Remember what I told you Jen? Sane cats fear and hate wolves."
Jen spun around to see Luciene leaning on the door frame.
Luciene took a step closer. "There's only a few here. The rest ran off after I started killing them."
Jen ran out the door, shoving Luciene aside. She tripped on the steps and went sprawling forwards. She lifted her head, only to come face to face with a set of familiar eyes.
"Sentynel?"
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As Epic and Aggron came cautiously closer, the two figures came into focus. One was a man. The other a wolf.
Captain Internets pointed his shotgun at them. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
"We should have known it was you!" snarled Epic.
"Finally figured it out then, eh? Took you long enough. Have you come to save your friend? No need to bother, I'm sure Luciene has already taken care of her."
Aggron was confused "But isn't that...?"
"No," a short, sharp laugh, "Look closer. At the eyes."
Aggron looked. His eyes widened, and he took a step backwards in fear.
"What?" Epic said desperately.
"It's Mwamba. I don't know how.... but it's her."
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Jen blinked, it wasn't Sentynel at all, but a werewolf. She scrambled backwards.
Luciene's voice sounded close to her ear.
"After these things started happening to us, we began to do a little research into our new, shall we say, skills?"
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"It was difficult, but we found a way to increase our power, to use the guardian spirits to turn the dead into some of our number," said Captain to his captives.
Epic and Aggron stood rooted to the spot, paralyzed with fear.
"And maybe soon the living as well," he said, staring at Epic.
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"No," said Jen "N-N-No, it can't be."
Luciene laughed. "They are angry Jen. Angry at what the villagers did to them. They barely remember now, their minds have been so torn apart, but the hate and the rage is still there. We will use it to our advantage. This world will be ours."
The werewolf that had been Sentynel growled.
"I don't think he remembers you anymore. Good, that will make this easier for all of us," She made eye contact with the wolf and then pointed at Jen.
"Get her."
The wolf stalked forward, "Sentynel no, don't do this," cried Jen "I know you're still-"
The wolf lunged for Jen's neck. She gave a short, sharp scream, and then...
Silence.
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Epic heard the scream in the distance, but was barely listening. "Me? What? I don't..."
"You mean you don't remember?" said the Captain "How you ate at our table? You shared infected wolf meat with us at the festival. You were not affected, some quirk of genetics I presume."
She stared blankly at him.
"No matter. We can fix that I think, given the time. It is clear to myself and Luciene that you were meant to be one of us. Join our pack, and we can take over this pathetic little world."
Epic's eyes narrowed, "Never," she hissed, and then spat in his face.
"Very well," said Captain darkly. Then, throwing his gun to the ground, he began to transform.
"AGGRON RUN!" shouted Epic, as the wolves brought her to the ground, tearing at her skin.
He took off down the road out of the village at full speed. His screaming muscles and the pounding in his ears couldn't drown out the howls that tore through the night sky.
The End.
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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE!
That aside, I believe some clarification is in order.
The last votes:
Jen: 4
Luciene: 3
Our wolves got the clues from Nero's and N&b's deaths, giving them two extra votes. I realize this may not have been as well thought out as it could have been, complaints re possible unfairness may be directed to me. That being said, I really had a lot of fun these past few weeks doing this, and I thank you all for playing along with me. Also thank you for being patient with the updates, especially this last one which took a little longer because I got sick.
Credits:
Werewolves
Captain Internets
Luciene
Chew Toy
Gladstone
Trickster
Nero
Agent
Mwamba
Immune
Footstool
Villagers
Aggron
Jen
Nathanielandbartimaeus
Sentynel
Didier
"Narrator"
FuzzyLobster
Special Thanks
Luciene came up with the idea for the muttations, and the last sentence is modified from something she wrote in a PM.
No animals or people were harmed in the making of this production. Sorry for it all being so ridiculously long, I couldn't help myself.
Thank you and goodnight.
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