Shock hadn’t expected Anthony to fucking die on them. This was--a problem. Honestly, now that she thought back on it, she had no idea what the fuck the point of all the chaos had been. Was Anthony planning to sweep in and play hero when the dust settled? Was he truly just that chaotic? (And, for the record, if he was, RIP to a chaotic king.) Had he just been in it for the #drama?
Either way, it was clear he hadn’t thought about her or Lock or their brother, at all, in his after plans, whatever they were.
And she was pissed about this, because Shock loved a bit of chaos, but she also had meant what she’d said in all her stupid campaigning. Shock liked Swynlake. She liked how batshit insane it was--all the dreams and scenarios like last night. And, she also, really did feel like she belonged here in a way she’d never felt like in Hallowtown. At least, here in Swynlake, the Adamsons could carve out a name for themselves. They didn’t have one hanging over them.
Shock would be damned (ha.) if they were booted out of here just because of Anthony’s failed power trip.
So, she’d called an emergency family meeting in the destroyed interior of Anthony’s mansion. She sat at Anthony’s mahogany desk in the library, her elbows on the edge as she leaned forward, looking very proper. Books were scattered about the room, having fallen off broken shelves in the chaos of the fighting. She was scowling.
“I don’t think we’re royally fucked, but before we start talking strategy, I need you both to tell me if there are any other surprises we should be worrying about.”
Her eyes flicked from Lock to Barrel and back again. Shock, of course, wasn’t going to mention her growing concern about Phil and the lads. That was for her to deal with.
Surprise Bitch, Bet You Thought You’d Seen the Last of Me (*) [Shanius]
@littlcdvl
The house hadn’t taken long to go up in flames, which didn’t surprise Shock. It was built out of cardboard and mesothelioma. Everything inside of it was cheap and poorly constructed. There had been a certain catharsis to watching it snap, crackle, and pop. Maybe it just had always been something she’d wanted to do. It wasn’t the first house Shock had ever burned down, but it was perhaps the prettiest. It was a shame she hadn’t gotten to see the end result: the fire burning into embers. She’d like to grab one in her hand, curious if her new found powers were impervious to fire or not.
She didn’t get a chance to, of course. Someone called the fire department and Shock had made a quick getaway, melting into the treeline and looping around the neighborhood.
For a few moments, she panicked: wondering where she would go now and hoping her idiot little brothers weren’t trapped somewhere inside the house (lol), but she knew Lock was smarter than that. He would’ve told Barrel to leave, kick him like one of those dogs in the movies: Old Yeller style.
Then, she realized that it didn’t matter where the fuck she went. She was a vampire now, she could do whatever she wanted. Including get revenge on her stupid as shit half-brother.
And she knew exactly where to find him.
It didn’t take her long to get to the old warehouse and she could smell him inside. She didn’t know how she knew it was him, but she did. It was instinct, something in her gut. So, she didn’t question it.
Instead, she slipped inside the warehouse, moving too quickly to really be seen. (She was really digging that power, thanks.) All that could be seen was the door opening and shutting. She found Lock on the second floor, looking a little pale. Ha. Fucking asshole. There were no heartbeats here and suddenly, it clicked: Lock was a vampire too.
Shock didn’t hestiate when she stopped in front of him. She reached down to where he was curled in on himself and fisted her hands into his shirt. She wondered how strong she was. Only one way to find out!
With a grunt, she yanked Lock to his feet and then tossed him through the balcony and back down onto the the first floor, where he landed on a pile of wooden pallets.
[tw -- house fire, violence, cancer, thoughts of death]
Shannon has cancer.
Cancer: the kind of monster that hides under beds. The kind of monster that she’d stopped believing in a long time ago, deciding she was going to be scarier than her mother’s wooden spoon or her father’s screaming, drunken shouts.
She’s scared of this, though. Shannon won’t admit it to anyone, but she looks between her pale mother, who holds her close and strokes her straw hair, and Shannon has the sneaking suspicion that she’s doing it for herself and not Shannon—to her father who grunts once and says: how much is this going to cost me? And Shannon realizes this is serious. She can’t laugh it off, like she couldn’t laugh off when Lucius had kicked her in the leg and it had hurt and hurt and hurt until she was in tears and couldn’t walk and had to go to the hospital, her father yelling her about how much it was gonna cost them for her to get an X-Ray and to stop being a little pussy bitch about it.
Shannon is not a pussy bitch, but it felt like her leg was shattering over and over and over again. What was she supposed to do?
They leave the hospital and Veronica takes them to the grocery store, when Wade goes back to work. She lets Shannon buy a chocolate bar and Shannon slips a box of black hair dye into the pocket of her sweater. At home, she pours the black goop onto her head and imagines it’s the chemo and it’s gonna heal her. It doesn’t, but she thinks she looks badass in the mirror.
There is still a fist in her chest where her heart should be.
“Yo, what the fuck happened to your hair?” comes the nasally voice of Lucius, who is sitting on his lazy ass in the living room when Shannon steps out of the bathroom.
“I dyed it,” Shannon scoffs at him.
“Looks like something died on your head.” Lucius goes back to his book. Nerd.
Brandon is sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch that Lucius is laying on, watching cartoons, but he looks at Shannon and smiles. “I think it looks nice.”
“Shut up, Brandon.” Shannon makes a face at him, but she touches the black locks, pushing them back from her head. She wonders what it will feel like when her head is smooth. Once she’s a bald fuck whose hair has all fallen out. God, she’s gonna look so ugly. But, hey, maybe she’ll let Lucius color on the back of it with permanent marker. Veronica would hate it.
That is, if Wade decides to pay for treatment.
They could just let her die.
That fist in her chest punches against her ribcage.
“I have an idea.”
This catches Lucius’ attention. His blue eyes flick up to hers and he closes over his book, using Bradon’s head to pull himself into a sitting position.
“Oh?”
“Yup!”
Shannon didn’t, but she figured she could come up with one as they went. It needed to be good. Something that would really go down in the history books. (The history books being, of course, the Hallowtown town paper.) Maybe someone would die. Maybe if she sacrificed someone else’s life, she’d get a free pass, right? That’s how that shit worked. Magic or whatever.
Was worth a shot.
But how to kill someone without going to jail?
“What’s the plan then?”
Shock was wandering over to the kitchen. It was only a few steps away, so she could still hear Lucius’ annoying pestering. She rolled her eyes as she opened up their junk drawer (really, they were all junk drawers). She plucked the long matches that Wade used to light his grill when he felt in the mood to try to kill them all with food poisoning.
Shaking the box, she lifted them suggestively.
“Are we gonna make s’mores?” came Bradon’s voice, he had crawled up onto the couch next to Lucius and put his round chin on the back of it. “I saw you had a chocolate bar—”
“And if you touch it, you fucking die,” she threatened.
Lucius popped him over the back of head for her. How sweet.
“Now, y’all know that house that’s crawling with those annoying kids down the street?”
Lucius nodded at the same time Brandon shook his head.
Shannon wandered forward. “We’re going to light it on fire.”
Lucius’ eyebrows jumped up and he tilted his head slightly. “Woah.”
“Woooah,” Brandon said, much more empathetically.
“Yeah, I saw one of those little assholes kick a dog the other day. They fuckin’ deserve it.” The lie came easily to her lips, knowing that both her idiotic brothers would take offense to that.
“Fuck that Delbert kid, I knew he was a dickwad,” Lucius said hotly.
“Why would he do that?” Brandon’s eyes were wide as saucers.
“Because he’s a dickwad,” Shannon said with a bright smile. “So, we’re gonna light his house on fire.”
“But where will they live?”
“Ooooh, my god, stop asking questions. It’s a prank! They’ll figure it out. It’s not like we’re going to burn the whole thing down.”
So, the boys got off the couch and the went to their rooms, zipped up their boots and pulled their hoodies up over their heads. Gloves too—even though there were holes in the fingers for some of them. It was better than nothing. Next, they went to the kitchen. There were plenty of glass beer bottles scattered about. They filled Brandon’s backpack with them. Next, they went to the garage. In one corner was a pile of dirty clothes that needed to go to the laundromat. Shock grabbed a pair of scissors and one of Veronica’s blouses and started ripping it into strips. Lucius found the gasoline can that Wade kept on hand when he inevitably ran out. He had to hide it in a different spot every time, since Shannon and Lucius kept finding it. But, thankfully, their father was an idiot.
Once they had all the elements, they needed they got on their bikes. Shannon climbed onto the back of Lucius’ standing on the pegs, claiming that she needed to hold the gasoline (the other around Lucius’ ribcage to keep her steady.) The truth was it hurt too much to pedal.
It didn’t take too long to get down the street. They pulled off a few houses down, hiding their bikes back by the creek. They knew this neighborhood better than anyone else. Brandon stayed with the bikes, keeping them upright for a quick getaway. Lucius and Shannon sat in the grass, dribbling gasoline all over their hands as they tried to get it in the bottles. Brandon was in charge of stuffing the strips of cloth into the top, something that even he couldn’t fuck up. They laughed and elbowed each other, and laughed even harder as Brandon dropped one of the bottles and doused himself in gasoline.
Once they had enough, they tripped up the side of the creek, towards the house. The yards were small, which meant with a good arm on ‘em, they could get a few through the windows, if they tried hard enough.
Shannon struck the first match and the scent of burning fabric filled her nose. When she tossed it through the air, she made a wish—like it was a coin in a wishing fountain.
It slammed through the window and she heard someone scream.
Shannon laughed and tossed another. Then another. She wasn’t even paying attention to if Lock threw any at all. When they were out, smoke was drifting through the window, thick and black.
The next day, in the paper, the story didn’t make headlines, but it was there—a little paragraph, like an obituary. Only the mother suffered some second degree burns, but the house was nothing but ashes.
Shannon figured that was enough—considering she’s still here.
Halloween was so close that Shock could practically smell it. All the teeth-rotting candy and jack-o-lanterns. She felt the excitement under her skin, or, maybe that was the bag of fake cockroaches she’d stolen at the pop-up Halloween store on Main Street she had hidden in her jacket. It’s stupid plastic was scratching against her stomach where her shirt had ridden up.
She strolled into the house. “Yo, Vanessa, is Lock home?”
“He is. Tell him he needs to fucking clean his mutt’s water bowl before I let the mangy thing out onto the street.”
“Will do,” she told her mother cheerily, giving her a little salute before strolling down the very scant hallway.
“Knock, knock!” she exclaimed as she opened the door to her brothers’ room.
“Vanessa is threatening Iggy again. Yes, she is,” this last part she cooed at the dog who came running when the door had opened. She scratched Iggy behind the ears with one hand, lifting up her jacket with the other and tossing the bag of cockroaches at Lock’s face.
“Where’s Idiot #2?” she asked, scanning the room once for the littlest Adamson as she closed the door and knelt down to give Iggy some more scratches.
LOCK:
Halloween was the Adamsons’ night. Every year without fail, they got an itch. An itch that had to be scratched. And it was never their way for them to ignore it.
This year was different though. This year they were in Swynlake. A town full of magic that had its fair share of disasters sweep through its streets. You might have thought that one of these disasters would ruin their plans for mayhem tonight. But as luck would have it, tonight’s disaster seemed to be working in their favor.
They had decided to wear werewolf masks and go around scaring kids that ran into their path or get into character and cause some werewolf destruction. Busted windows, excessive ‘claw’ marks on doors, pro wolf graffiti - the works! It really was going as planned when the magical blast rolled through.
Lock had been working on recreating some claw like marks on a local business’s door when the magic swept over him. The transformation hadn’t been painful. Just - weird. One second, he was looking at his gloved hands, the next, said hands were giant paws. His new, large head whipped around, ears sticking up towards…Shock?
SHOCK:
Shock had been pumped for Halloween, since, well, since they’d moved in the first place. This was the first Halloween where the Adamsons wouldn’t already be pinned for trouble and mischief. In Swynlake, they had more anonymity than just the wolf masks. No one would know to trace back anything they did to the Adamsons. As of yet, none of them had done anything of note. Mommy and Daddy were so proud of them. Maybe this move really was good, they said.
Meanwhile, Lock and Shock and Barrel plotted.
It hadn’t been hard to choose werewolves as their victims. They were easy prey, ironically. Also, that one was a prissy rich boy who deserved to get knocked down a peg or ten. Shock hated everything about his smug face. He deserved to become a werewolf, in her opinion. He deserved to know how it felt to be mocked and ridiculed. Everyone did. It built character.
Though, it wasn’t anything personal, really. Werewolves were low-hanging fruit. Easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy.
Her fingers were black from spray paint and her boots muddy as they trudged from neighborhood to neighborhood, running all about town.
When the magic swept over them, she was standing look out, down aways from Town Hall while Lock fucked with the door to the antique shop. The music could be heard all the way down the street, even though the building itself was out of sight. She saw the magic, though, a few seconds before it washed over them.
“What the fu--”
And then, she was suddenly down on all fours.
“What the fuck?” she said, but her voice came out as a growl. She blinked over towards her brother, except her brother wasn’t her brother, but a wolf--black and hulking.
“Holy shit! Lock?!” She laughed once, but it came out like a bark.
LOCK:
Lock matched her bark/laugh with his own at her. You had to be shitting him! No way! This was...this was too perfect. He walked around Shock - lighter and smaller than himself, he noted - tail flicking back and forth as his nose sniffed. Taking in all the enhanced scents around him. The paint smell still in the air. The sweet scent of candy close by. Even people, not far from them either .
A brilliant idea went off in his head as he looped back around his sister to stand beside her.
“You smell that?” He asked, raising his head back up in the air, his large nose inhaling again.
No wonder people were so scared of these things. They were natural born predators. Full with power Lock had never felt before. And he planned to make the most of it while this mishap lasted.
“Fresh meat,” He answered for her, turning his gaze down the street and he bared his teeth.
SHOCK:
Shock wasn’t thinking about smells. She was still in the “holy shit I’m a wolf” phase of things. She had questions, you know? Was this permanent? What the fuck had just happened? She wasn’t necessarily worried about the answers, but she did want to know them.
Lock trotted around her. Somehow she could still read the smug-impressed-with-himself look on her brother’s face.
She tentatively copied him, lifting her snout to the sky, nostrils quivering.
And she did smell something that made her start to drool. Her tail wagged once, despite herself. It dropped down the next second but she turned towards the scent, all those people partying in Town Hall. Though it wasn’t just humans, she didn’t think so. There were too many smells for that to be the case. Had they been turned too?
“Man, Swynlake must be on our side tonight because this is how you pull a prank. Man, I love magic. Hey, how much damage you think we could do like this.” She pulled her lips back in a wolf-smile, sharp teeth glinting.
LOCK:
Lock was someone who had learned to roll with the punches in life early on. Sure, he had questions, but at the moment, none of them mattered. All that mattered was all the scents and other changes to his senses hitting him all at once. And the power. The strength he felt in this body.
Fuck, he loved magic too if this is what it felt like.
“More than they’d like,” He growled, turning back to the door and jumping up onto his back paws to drag his claws across the wood with ease. He barked another life, starting to look around for more things to destroy. “We can keep up the little stuff ooooor -” He eyed the windows. “Do you want to go all out and break the windows like we’re looting the place too?”
SHOCK:
Shock’s ears twitched (weird) at the sound of Lock’s claws against the door. It looked wicked cool, but the sound had sent shivers down her spine. Gross. Besides, breaking windows and scratching doors was kiddie stuff compared to what they could do as full on fucking wolves--with claws, like Lock had just demonstrated. And teeth, that they hadn’t demonstrated at all yet.
“Why would a werewolf want to loot somewhere?” Shock said, realizing the stupidity of what they’d been doing up to this point.
“Werewolves--they hunt.” Her eyes glinted yellow in the moon light and she felt the urge to lift her head back and howl. She was not going to do that. However, her tail did start wagging again, ever so slightly.
LOCK:
Lock snorted, looking away from her. “Well, they fucked up that bar. I was just saying,”
He then looked back to her, noting her tail wag at the hunting comment. Now that - that was a good idea. But he wasn’t going to tell Shock that. He just sniffed the air once again, taking a step towards Town Hall. Looting and graffiti could wait for another day. Now was time to test out these teeth and see what these claws could really do.
“If we’re hunting, lets go before this wears off - if it ever does.”
SHOCK:
It wasn’t werewolves who fucked up the Hunted Deer. Shock was almost certain of it. Though, whoever did it, she really wanted to give them a high-five, because it’d been brilliant from what she had heard.
There prank was going to be much better.
Nothing was more anonymous than nondescript wolves.
Shock didn’t acknowledge Lock’s good point. It had been her idea to get moving anyway. Instead, she just lept forward slightly so that Lock couldn’t gain any more ground on her. They were side by side as they slipped into the shadows, away from the lamp light. Gosh, wolves really could be silent as fuck, huh?
“Alright, who should we go after? Someone easy to spook. Like--teenage girls.” She grinned her wolfish grin again.
LOCK:
The pair fell into step as they lurked through the shadows, the music from Town Hall making for an ominous backdrop. But who to go after? Anyone was easy pickings, to be honest. What could beat a werewolf after all?
Teenage girls? Honestly, the perfect targets. Not only were they easy to scare, they would also be sure to tell everyone what happened.
All this trouble to ruin the werewolves’ reputation even more would make one wonder if the Adamsons had anything personal against them. Not Lock, at least. He could give a shit, but right now, they were the easiest to fuck with. And maybe the most dangerous if these teeth set in his new jaw were anything to go by. Too bad for them they’d have no one to blame.
“Sounds good to me. Chase them around a bit, maybe corner them in a dead end and watch them cry until they pass out.”
SHOCK:
Shock had asked her the other day when she was going to get friends her own age and Shock had just scoffed. See, the thing was: she didn’t really want friends. Friends were boring. No one knew how to roll with the punches like an Adamson. No one else would think about chasing teenage girls and sound excited about the prospect of terrifying them.
At least, no one she had met so far.
Which meant when it came down to it there were no better sidekicks than Thing 1 and Thing 2.
Not that she would ever say anythng like that.
Instead, she just laughed. “Oh, that’ll be soo good. Maybe we can make them piss themselves.”
As they drew closer, Shock slowed down slightly, hiding partially behind a building across the street from them. The door opened but it was a fucking tiger with a little kid. And while Shock had no problems fucking with a little kid, fucking with a tiger was a different story. She wasn’t an idiot.
She huffed and her tail flicked, already impatient.
LOCK:
Lock stood with his sister, hidden in the darkness of the night. Yeah, the tiger and kid were definitely off limits. They would have to wait for someone else. Easier targets - teenage girls like they’d agreed upon. Hopefully they all hadn’t turned into Wonder Woman or something like that. Hopefully they’d gone with boring, typical costumes so they wouldn’t be a threat.
After a few minutes, impatience set in and he sat down, huffing through his new nose. “Come on, come on. We don’t have all night.”
Or did they? It was still a question lingering in the back of his mind. What if they were stuck like this? Was that actually a bad thing?
He didn’t like dwelling on these thoughts, and thankfully he didn’t have to for long. His ears perked up as the doors to Town Hall opened again and out walked....a scarecrow and the Mother of Dragons. Or, wait...Mei?
SHOCK:
Shock wasn’t really thinking about whether or not they were stuck like this. From the stories she’d heard, this kind of shit just happened. The people who survived were the ones who rolled with the punches. Honestly, the Adamsons should’ve moved to this town years ago. It was built for them. Well, it was built for their demon-spawn children. Shock didn’t really know how Mommie Dearest and Wade would think about all this. Nor did she really care.
She was totally okay with this turn of events, even though, yeah, she was a little impatient too.
“Shut up,” she huffed at her brother’s own impatience, pretending as if she was above it all. Even if the anxious flick of her tail would give her away.
Still, they sat and waited as one or two more groups of people came and went.
And then--two slight looking young...girls. Sorta. One smelled like a barn, but Shock digressed. They were going to have to do.
“Perfect,” Shock said, standing up and prowling forward slightly. “We should go around the side of the building so we can cut them off when they turn down the street.” She started moving in that direction, silent on her new paws.
LOCK:
“You shut up,” Lock growled back, deep and low in his voice. His impatience making Shock even more tiring than usual. But he kept his cool. Especially to not blow their cover with the two girls getting further from Town Hall.
He nodded, and followed along with her. Again, he wasn’t going to tell her it was a good idea. Had to see how it played out anyway. Or whatever. He just didn’t like to admit she had a good idea, ever. Even if she had her fair share of them.
“We could also split up,” He suggested, his tail wagging a little at the idea. “You chase them towards me, I chase them back your way. Lead them down a deadend - it’d be perfect.”
SHOCK:
Splitting up was a good idea. Her wolf-instincts appreciated it. Circling the prey so that they could chase it into the perfect spot. However, her Shock-instincts were telling her not to let Lock know that he’d had a good idea.
“As long as I get first dibs,” Shock reasoned with a wolfish grin and then nipped at his shoulder playfully. “Get going. I’ll give you a few seconds head start so you’ve got time to get up the street. And stay out of sight until you hear them coming.”
Instructions given, Shock peeled off from her brother, trusting for him to be competent. She slunk into the shadows, waiting for the girls to get close enough. She could hear the scuffle of their shoes easily. Their voices too. When they passed her hiding spot, she started walking behind them.
When the blonde turned around, she ducked out of the light of a street lamp.
“Did you--see that?” the girl asked her companion.
Shock let out a low, menacing growl.
LOCK:
Lock gave another huff at her and her nip, pulling away from her. But he nodded, and made his way down the street, staying behind the buildings and out of sight. He parked himself just at the end of the street, already eyeing a couple of good deadend alleys on his way there.
Now, he waits.
The redheaded scarecrow turned to look at the other, confused at first. Then she heard the growl. “Did you hear that?” She asked, whipping around, straw falling from under her hat around her as she trembled. “Maybe we should go back…”
SHOCK:
This was too easy.
“Turn back? No. Let whoever it is come out and face me! I am the Mother of Drago--”
Shock stepped into the light and the girl shut her annoying face. That was better. There was a cloying smell in the air that hadn’t been there a moment ago. What was it? It made Shock want to lick her lips with hunger.
“Go away, wolf!” the girl commanded, but Shock just prowled closer, growling, growling.
“Stop!”
Shock sped up almost trotting along the sidewalk now.
When she was a few feet away, she lept forward on her powerful haunches. The taller girl let out a shriek and stumbled backwards, grabbing on to the other girl as Shock landed right in front of her. She lunged and grabbed the girl’s dress in her teeth, tearing the hem with a snarl.
LOCK:
Lock could already hear the shouts from down the street. He gave another bark of a laugh, drowned out by the terror of the two girls in the air. He stood up on all fours, peeking out and getting very excited for the upcoming chase. His tail even wagged.
“That’s a werewolf!” The scarecrow shrieked. An animal didn’t move like that. Or seem to grin at the fear coming off the two girls. Straw fell from her body as her friend used her to stay up. But she fell back herself, her hat dropping off and more straw surrounding her as the wolf pounced. “Mei!”
Now was the worst time to become a scarecrow. Well, no time was the best it seemed - but now was definitely the worst!
SHOCK:
The stupid cloth of the dress didn’t taste very good, but it was worth it for the shrieks of the two girls (well, girl and scarecrow, if we’re being particular.) Those shrieks were better than tooth-rotting candy. Her black lips pulled back in a smile, even as she shook her head, jerking the fabric back and forth.
“Unhand me you fiend!” shrieked the blonde bitch.
What the fuck was this? A Song of Ice and Fire book? (Yes, Shock had read those books, obviously. When you’re stuck in a hospital bed, books are your best friends.) Not that it mattered. Even if whoever this girl was had somehow morphed into Daenerys Stormborn herself, she could still be bitten. Shock wasn’t made of fire.
“Run! RUN!” The girl squealed, grabbing on to her useless straw friend.
Shock’s head jerked, but the piece of dress in her teeth ripped. The girls took off down the street. Right towards Lock. Shock spit out the fabric and gave the girls a meter headstart before springing forward again, her paws near silent as she chased them over the cobbles.
“Faster!” shrieked the Daenerys-wanna-be.
LOCK:
The scarecrow struggled to follow as their companion pulled them down the street, leaving a trail of straw behind her but it was long forgotten now. She was letting out her own shouts for help, but no one was coming.
No one other than Lock, and he certainly wasn’t there to help.
He stepped out from his hiding spot just as silent as Shock had, blocking off the rest of the street. He threw his head back and let out a howl before lunging at them, and growling as he landed a mere couple of feet from them.
His appearance and howl had made the scarecrow come to a halt, and clinging to the white haired girl. “If you got dragons, now would be a great time to call for them!” She said, then looked around for any other escape.
An alley! Without a second thought, she tugged on the other’s arm to pull them away from the wolf and hopefully to safety.
“This way!”
Lock was quick to follow though, keeping pace behind them.
SHOCK:
God, that howl. Lock could be so dramatic sometimes. He’d deny it, but really, when it came down to, there was no denying it. She would roll her eyes if she could. Could wolves roll their eyes? She didn’t exactly know and wasn’t going to care enough to figure it out just to be annoying to her brother. No, they had a mission.
So, she loped forwards, the humans too slow for her to really run full speed to catch up with them. Kind of sucked, because she wanted to stretch her legs and all these powerful muscles. Honestly, why were people worried about becoming werewolves? This was excellent.
By the time Lock was turning down the alley, she was at his side, trotting in sync with him. Their coats shimmered silver-black in the moonlight, glinting like knives. A fitting comparison, considering that they were weapons in these skins.
“If I knew where my dragons were, they would be here!” Daenerys screeched.
The girls hit the chained linked fence.
“We’re trapped!” the blonde lamented.
Shock snarled and growled.
The girl lifted her chin. “Halt!” she commanded. “You will pay for this if you take one step closer!”
Shock didn’t just take one step closer, she took several, close enough to snap at the finger that the girl had pointed her. The girl shrieked and tripped backwards.
LOCK:
Cornered in a back alley? It was the perfect position for them. And not unfamiliar territory for Lock. SoCal had a tendency to get rather ugly the further south you went from the City of Angels. Even though it was Mei he had cornered, his eyes still glinted with excitement at the damage they were causing.
To their mental states. To the werewolves’ reputation. This was shaping up to be the best Halloween ever.
Until Shock got too close with her teeth. Lock growled, though it wasn’t directed at the girls. “Shock, too cl -”
“Get lost!” The scarecrow called, actually taking off her boot (revealing tied off bottoms of her overalls to prevent more straw falling out) and tossing it right at the closest wolf’s head as she limped in front of the other girl. “You’re barking up the wrong tree!”
SHOCK:
Shock wasn’t paying attention.
Not to the scarecrow. Not, even, to her brother’s hesitance. She was having too much fun. You could say the bloodlust was upon her. If she was human, she’d be wearing a manic grin, her eyes glinting. She’d look partially insane. And, hey, maybe she was! All those chemicals couldn’t have been good for a kid.
All she wanted was more screams. If she was a sorcerer, she’d bottle them up in jars and keep them on her windowsill like little trophies. If she was a demon, she’d be one of those ones that sucked the fear from people and was able to sustain herself on just that and that alone.
As a wolf, she wanted to taste blood.
Just one little bite.
The boot colliding with her head was barely felt. She was very much focused on the actual human. The one with sweat she could smell, sweet as candy.
She sure was pretty when she cried.
Shock snarled again and jumped forward. Not close enough to actually reach, but close enough to make the girl squeal like a pig and the chain-link fence behind them jingle like Christmas bells.
LOCK:
Lock hadn’t even registered he’d moved when he slammed Shock into the wall with his own body, a deep growl vibrating from within. He was faster than his own thoughts it seemed.
Causing fear and making them cry was one thing, but the way his sister’s teeth clamped down on the air in front of Mei told him the fun was over. Sure, a bite or any physical attack would work wonders for destroying the werewolves’ already terrible reputation. It’d be like a nuke - none of them would be able to stay in town after that.
But it was too risky. Leaving mental scars, they couldn’t be linked back to those in disguise. But physical - then you’re talking DNA and all sorts of technicalities he didn’t know too much about. He hadn’t been careful this whole time to have Shannon ruin things.
“Save the teeth for a second date,” He snarled. “Don’t ruin this.”
SHOCK:
Shock’s wolf yelped as she was body slammed into the brick of the alley. Immediately, she whirled on her brother, the growl ripping out of her throat one of warning. Her prey was forgotten in light of her confusion. The instinct in her screaming to hunt now compromised by her brother’s cockblocking.
“What the fuck?” she snarled at him, her ears laying flat on her ead.
“Don’t tell me what to do, asshole. I think they’ll survive a stupid little bite. Don’t tell me you’re going soft.”
With a shake of her head, she turned back to the girl and the scarecrow, who were watching with round eyes (well, naturally, for the stupid fucking scarecrow.) She didn’t hesitate this time (hadn’t hesitated before, just for the record) when she lunged at the blonde. Now, this time, she was actually intent on drawing blood, if only to give Lock a fucking lesson.
LOCK:
Shock was really testing him.
And Lock’s patience was at its breaking point.
As she lunged, he did as well, but at her once more. He bit down on her back leg, not really caring if he hurt her, and attempted to hold her back. Even drag her away. His eyes momentarily darted up to the two girls, and he let out a low growl as he held onto his sister. The noise made the scarecrow jump, but she grabbed her boot and looked at her friend.
“Now’s our chance!” She said, looking around before spotting a small hole in the corner of the fence. “There!”
They were taking too long. And Shock was strong as well, he wasn’t sure he could keep her back much longer.
SHOCK:
Shock felt teeth clamp down on her leg and she was yanked backwards, her claws scrambling against the concrete as she tried to bite and snap at the girls.
“Lock! Fucking let go of me! They’re getting away!”
She lifted up her back feet to try to kick him in the face or the chest, but he wasn’t letting go. Her hits were clumsy at best, not used to this body. Seeing the girls squeezing themselves through the fence, Shock gave it up for a lost cause. Instead, she whirled on her brother, yanking her too from his mouth as she turned.
With a snarl, she jumped at him, colliding with his chest, her teeth going to his ear and biting hard, while her forepaws pressed against his neck and chest. If she was paying attention, she’d see the little blonde stop and look at them once she was safely on the other side of the fence, before her friend tugged her along.
LOCK:
Lock let out another growl, this one directed at Shock as she jumped on him, his mouth tinged a slight red from his bite. When his sister bit down on him as payback, he gave a little yelp before it transformed into a snarl. His front paws shot up at her face, his teeth bared and ready to take another bite.
“Stop being a fuckin’ idiot for once!” He snapped, shoving at her now as well with his back paws with as much force as he could manage. “Get off me while you’re at it!”
He snapped his powerful jaw at her as he continued to push. He also wasn’t paying attention to the girls anymore. They accomplished their plan, and now it was over. Let them run for all he cared.
