DawningAurora

Red & The Wolf

Eddie let out a sigh when Sam backed down. He was glad the man had some reason left in him and whatever organization he worked for hadn’t brained washed him completely. That piece of information was still a mystery to him. He hadn’t heard about any werewolf hunting organization, but the rogues surely had, and he had living proof next to him. “No one deserves to due Sam,” Eddie said, then released the gun. He then agreed when Sam suggested that they needed to leave. He was even more glad when Sam suggested the stairs. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck in that elevator with all that blood.

As Eddie followed Sam down the stairs, he stopped between the fourth and third. He grabbed Sam’s shoulder to stop him before looking around. It was too quiet. They are close to the ground floor and yet he can’t hear anyone, no footsteps, no weapons being drawn, no radio being answered. Eddie listened for a moment longer before yelling, “RUN.”

Immediately the door to the third floor flung open as several armed men flooded the stairs. Eddie grabbed Sam, dragging him up the stairs and into the fourth floor. “They’re human,” he manage to say as they burst through the door where they were greeted by the two men from before. He paid them no mind and ran down the hall, still dragging Sam along with him. Instead of running to the other set of stairs, he broke down a room door and went inside. Luckily for them, it was empty.

Eddie closed the door and stood against it, listening as the group of men ran past them towards the other set of stairs. “Right, this is the point I start to sound crazy. I can survive the jump from this floor even while carrying you. The question is do you trust me because there is no way we are escaping through the front door." He wasn't completely lying when he said that. While he could survive, he would not come out of it unscathed. It would hurt like hell for the next few weeks, but at least they will be alive.

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Eddie closed and eyes and looked away when Sam took his revenge on his opponent. The sound echoed through his head several times reminding him who he really was working with, a remorseless werewolf hunter. He looked back when the noise left his head only to see Sam lined his gun with the unconscious werewolf’s head. He quickly grabbed the barrel of the gun forcing it away from the unconscious person. His grip was so tight that there was an audible crack to the metal casing of the gun. He looked Sam in the eye, his own glowing amber with emotions.

“Whatever you may think of us werewolves but we are still people, people with family and loved ones,” Eddie's voice was quiet and pleading. He knew flighting the man would be pointless and leave both of them dead, so he can only hope Sam had some sympathy left in him. “So please. Just leave them.”

Eddie stayed stubborn, gripping the man’s gun and threatening to crush it into pieces. He was not going to back down from this, though time was ticking. He had no doubt the other rogues would have heard the gunshots by now. They would be on their way, so he needed to convince Sam quickly. “Killing them won’t bring your allies back. It will only cause you to spiral. You were willing to work with me, so I know you have some…humanity left in you.”

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“Don’t you dare speak ill of the dead," Eddie growled when Sam made his comment about the dead, "and I doubt that. He was barely a puppy out of the den. I doubt he stood a chance if we fought. even a fragile human like you could beat him."

Eddie was a little surprised when Sam agreed to go first. He would have thought that Sam would’ve put up some sort of fight, not that he was complaining. After Sam left the room, Eddie closed the door and followed the man to the elevator. It was the quickest way down, but it would not have been his first choice. They would be forced to fight if they encounter another rogue entering the elevator. Though he didn’t complain. It was an option, and they had very few at the moment.

Eddie's eyes widen when the door to the elevator opened. Blood and chunks of flesh covered the inside of the tiny space. Two dead bodies ripped to shreds sat on the floor. He nearly recoiled from the stench of blood but stopped himself. What came as a shock was that these were Sam's squad. Organized and well quieted. Who did Sam work for, and what reason did they have for hunting werewolves?

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Eddie said quietly before stepping onto the elevator.

The ride down was tense and gruesome. His enhanced sense did not help with the smell and the danger of encountering another rogue, made for a less than enjoyable ride. Eventually, the door of the elevator opened, but it wasn’t the third floor as intended, but the fifth and on the other side of the door were three men, three werewolves.

Eddie did not hesitate to punch the unsuspecting person in the face. He could feel bones cracking as the person fell to the ground. Knocked out from the blow “I got the one to the left,” Eddie yelled as he tackled the person to left. He shoved them back but was unable to knock them down.

“Fucking bastard,” the man yelled as he drew his gun.

Eddie grabbed the man’s wrist raising to the ceiling as several gunshots were fired. With a crushing grip, Eddie forced the gun to drop before pulling the man forward. He grabbed the person’s head, quickly slammed it into his knees, causing the man to drop with a heavy thud. Eddie made sure to not cause any fatal injuries, something he doubt Sam would appreciate.

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Eddie stared at the man, trying to get a read on the stranger. He couldn’t tell if the other person was lying and would just shoot him when he turned his back, but he had few options in the matter. Now that they know he’s here, he needed help escaping. “That’s something,” Eddie muttered, “well since we’ll be working together, can I at least know your name? You apparently already know mine.”

While waiting for the other person to answer, Eddie dragged the dead body into the room, checking the coast before closing the door. His gaze felt heavy as he got a good look at the dead person. He looked to be young, mid-twenties maybe. Still with so much life to live, and now he’s dead. Clenching his hand into a fist, he closed the eye of the person then said, “I’m so sorry you had to die. Safe travels.”

Before standing up, he searched the body and found a gun hidden in the jacket. He gave it a sniff and recoiled from the scent, “Silver alloy,” Eddie mumbled. It was an alloy created by werewolves to kill both, humans and other wolves. A deadly invention he wished didn’t exist. “Here maybe you can take the ammo. It’s 9 millimeters,” Eddie said, then toss the gun over to the stranger. He then stood up and walked over to the door. He listened for any noise before opening it.

“Coast is clear. After you,” Eddie said with a glare.

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Red & The Wolf

“You’re not wrong, there are no nice werewolves. There are those who resign to live in their own world and there are those who want to rule the world,” Eddie mutter. His hands weren’t clean, probably more stained with blood than those who were hunting them, but he refrained from mentioning that. The stranger didn’t need another reason to not trust him. Not saying anything else, Eddie walked over to the pile of clothes that were neatly folded on the nightstand. Without hesitation, he dropped his towel and began to get dressed. He didn’t care that the stranger saw everything he had to offer now that their lives are at risk.

As he got dressed he couldn’t help but be concerned at the other man’s distress. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up. Rogues don’t take prisoner,” Eddie mumbled as if he knew from personal experience. Though he couldn’t believe this man brought 3 separate teams to hunt down one werewolf. This made him rather glad they didn’t clash because the last thing he wanted was to kill humans.

“Excuse me? Furball?” Eddie swung around glared at the man only to see him holding a gun which he presumed was loaded with silver. Grumbling something incoherent, Eddie turned away and put on the rest of his clothes. When the man asked about a plan, Eddie stopped and thought about it. He didn’t have a plan other than surviving the night to see his daughters again. He couldn't live with the thought of leaving them alone.

Lost in through, he didn’t hear the footsteps getting closer or the knock on the door before it was too late. Several shots were fired. Pain shot through his arm as he dove to the side. “Fucking,” Eddie growled as his side hit the ground. He clutched the bullet shot on his upper arm, holding in several more curses. With quick haste, Eddie dug into his arm and pulled out the bullet that burned like fire. He quickly threw it to the side before letting out a sigh of relief. The silver left a stinging sensation inside his wound and on his fingers. He did not miss the feeling of silver.

Eddie didn’t hover for long before jumping to his feet. He looked over at the door to see a dead body on the ground, bright red blood already pooling on the carpet. “Guess it’s too late to talk,” Eddie mused as he ripped a portion of the sheets to use as a bandage. He bit down on his teeth as he tried the makeshift bandage around his wound. That silver was prohibiting any of his natural healing which meant he had to endure the pain for a while, a long while.

“Okay, you asked about a plan. If we get to the third floor then I have an idea,’ Eddie said but not giving any more information on it. If he did, he was 100% sure the man would refuse. Hell, he could probably refuse. “Do you trust me?"

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Eddie stared wide eyes at the stranger when he said he was looking for werewolves. His suspicions were true. There are people out there that are aware of his kind, and he can only assume they are hunting him. Could the stranger be part of the government? Unlikely as they wouldn’t risk fighting a war with people who can be anywhere, be anyone. Maybe a rebellious group of mythical? No, this man was one hundred percent human. So what could it be? Eddie’s eyes narrowed at the man as he tried to think of his next words.

“Werewolves? Like the movies? You cannot be serious,” Eddie said, playing the ignorant human role to see if he can get anything else from the human. He was about to continue when the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He quickly spun around and stared at the door. There was a horrible stench in the air, and his instincts are telling him that there is danger.

He knew this feeling well, there were rogues in the building and they are not far away. The same floor maybe, but definitely close. There also seem to be more than one by the intensity of their scent. What are they doing here? Rogues are the reject of werewolf kind usually for committing some crime. This made them undesirable for packs, organized groups of werewolves, and thus are outcasts. Most of them hold a grudge or resentment for being rejected and often hunt any wolves they can find. But why are they here? He usually didn’t have problems with rogues since he wasn’t part of a pack. Could they be here for the stranger?

Eddie turned and looked back at the man before mumbling, "Fuking.” He can tell there was murderous intent in the air. This is going to be a long night,

“Fine, you win stranger. Yes, I am a werewolf," Eddie said against his better judgment, "Now listen. There are more werewolves in the building and they are not the nice ones. I can only assume they are hunting you. So unless you don't want to die, I suggest we work together."

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Eddie was beyond confused as to why the stranger was now quoting little red riding hood. It was barely above a whisper, and if he wasn’t a werewolf he doubt he could have heard it. Because of this, Eddie decided to ignore it. There was still so much he didn’t know. This stranger broke into his room with seeming knowledgeable about him. He wasn't just your average crook.

“Then why are you here?” Eddie asked, but the question went unanswered. Instead, the stranger asked about his bottle of scotch. “It’s okay. Could be a bit stronger,” Eddie answers cautiously. Even if he mentioned it, it was still a strange thing to ask. If he thought about it, this entire situation was strange.

When the stranger closed the door, Eddie let’s put a sigh of relief. He did not need someone walking by to see him in nothing more than a towel. “Dilemma how?” Eddie asked while watching the man move across the room. He sat down by the window, which confused him even more. If this man was here to get something from him, then why would he give up his advantage by the door? It was the only way in or out of this room. Unless you want to jump out of the 10th floor.

The next thing that came out of the stranger's mouth sent chills down Eddie’s back. [i]Monsters[/1]. That word echoed in Eddie's head several times over as unwanted memories resurfaced. He has been called that more time than he could count and it doesn't get any easier. Could this man know about werewolves? How could he? Unless he was one himself, but Eddie was sure that the stranger was human. “Monsters? As in criminals? I can assure you I haven’t vomited anything crimes. At least none that I know of,” Eddie answered, not allowing his real reaction to show.

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Eddie was growing impatient at the lack of action. He expected the feral to find him by now and attack or at the very least confront him. It usually worked this way. He makes himself visible to the feral, and sooner or later, it would come running trying to kill him. Wolves don’t like it when other wolves enter their territory, so a beast running on pure instinct would be fuming at the fact he was here. And the reason he chose a place like this was to make sure the feral stayed human, giving him the upper hand. Eddie was so tense with anticipation that the ringing of the phone caused him to take a fighting stance.

“Chikushou,” Eddie mumbled as he walked over to the ringing phone. He picked up and said hello to be surprised by the reception lady. She told him about the Howlr situation, causing a deep blush to creep onto his face. It had been years since he even touched Howlr, and he certainly did not invite anyone up to his room. As he began to question the receptionist, the door to his room flung open as a scruffy looking man walked inside with his hands in the air.

“Okay?” Eddie said, confused as to what was happening, “thank you for informing me ma’am. You have a good night” Eddie hung up the phone and turned to face the stranger that had just broken into his room. He certainly didn’t smell like a feral and seemed to be more sane than the average beast. Through there was a strange aura to the man that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand. Was it the way he stood and conducted himself? His posture and form show that he wasn’t your average civilian. There was also the same gun power smell he detected before. It was a scent that couldn’t be covered up so easily and was a tall take sign of trouble.

“No?” Eddie responded when the man questioned him. Eddie was beginning to feel extremely self-conscious being naked in front of the stranger. He only stayed naked because he expected a fight, and now that there wasn’t one, it felt indecent.

“Can I help you, sir? If you are here to steal something. I don’t have anything. Other than a good bottle scotch,” Eddie mused with a small chuckle. He gave the man a genuine smile as he waited for his next move. One would think to be afraid in a situation like this, but Eddie was confident he can take this man down if the need arises. There was also the fact the stranger asked him if he was why he was here.

Basket of Many Things

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