[ @crime-scene-cleanup LIKED For A Starter || Anya ]
[ Mike ]
"Shit-- Fuck nuggets!"
This wasn't good. That damn thing was going to gut him, and if he didn't retreat and regroup, this would be the one. He'd survived how many fucked up encounters with worse, and this damn abomination with a goofy-ass name was going to send him to the grave?!
No, no, he wasn't going to do that.
"Leave it." The command was heeded by his companions immediately, the wolf and wolfdog both turning in the direction of the Jeep instead. On his knees and one arm, Mike considered his options. The Jeep was a solid half mile away, and while he was sure that his boys could handle that, he wasn't so sure about it himself.
There'd been a house, though, on a lake that he thought was closer. Sure, he'd show up leaking his guts all over the place, his chest and stomach cut to ribbons, but he still had all his teeth and a charming smile.
Hefting himself to his feet, he stumbled towards the treeline as the fleshy creature shrieked at him. Giving chase with its great and terrible wings beating with a roar Mike had considered, the creature gained on him, extending its sharp-clawed front legs to grab him just as he dove into the underbrush.
Slamming into a tree and folding around it, he clung to the trunk while he tried to remind his lungs how to breathe. That thing was going to get it, the second he got his--
His gun. His shotgun was missing from his person.
Jesus fucking Christ.
It was a mystery how long he lay there, but when he finally scraped himself from the loamy forest floor, all he could think about was that house. How he got to the doorstep was simultaneously a miracle and a mirage, but that didn't matter. He'd made it, despite how much blood (and maybe meat) he had lost. This could be a bad idea, but humans weren't as bad as the things he hunted.
A flash of Josh's half-turned face slammed into his brain as he collapsed into the door, ringing the doorbell weakly with one finger before the adrenaline finally cut his ignition and he fell unconscious against the porch. It didn't take long for Wolfie and Duke to follow the scent of their human packmate's blood to the house, and they stood back together a few feet away, assessing the situation with a few whines and grumbles between them.
It had been relatively quiet for Anya recently.
One job away from Washington; an injured mob boss had called her in. This was a week ago, however, and she’d just gotten home and cleaned her home; refreshing the hospital beds, guest rooms, and surgery room.
Luckily she had, as her doorbell rang just as she was beginning to make dinner. ”Ah.. Coming!”
Shutting the stovetop off, Anya raced to the door and opened it just a crack; noticing the heavily bloody man on the porch; glancing only once at the two canines a little down the path, figuring those were the two culprits.
Well...She’d certainly have to clean the porch later.
Once She dragged him inside; she sat him in the stair lift to help him down to the surgery room.
She was well practiced; giving a numbing agent to the torso and beginning to clean, re-stuff the stranger, and sew his wounds. These were no wolf wounds, however.
..Anya would only have to guess until he was awake to explain something.
