The story so far:
I was to lead the charge? I whimpered, then nodded my head to my missing arm.
The leader snarled, then laughed harshly. "So what? You'll make better bait that way. If you refuse, I'll have the pack tear you and your family limb by limb." The leader smiled, showing his numerous long and sharp fangs.
I gulped and turned away. I had gone from bait for humans to being bait for werewolves. I couldn't decide which was better.
We were closing in, and I had not come up with a plan. I was going to get riddled with bullet holes as soon as I came into view, and there was nothing I could do. At least it would be over, all of it. I could finally be at peace.
I heard paws moving fast, and glanced to the side, only to see Gareth sprint ahead of me.
"No!" I howled, realizing what he was doing. I was too slow to keep up, and the rest of the pack followed his lead, passing me with their superior speed.
"No..." I whimpered again. As I tried to move faster, I couldn't keep my balance and collapsed. I couldn't make myself get up, as I began to hear the first few gunshots. "Gareth..."
"Hey, its Gareth!" I heard the humans yelling.
"Doesn't matter, mow him down!"
I closed my eyes and gulped as aburst of gunfire erupted into the night. I forced my eyes open and watched Gareth fall, as did a couple others. The rest of the pack was getting close though, and would be upon the humans in moments.
"Now's tha time boys, light 'em and toss 'em!" I recognized Trieze yell and watched as bottles of flaming liquer exploded in the midst of werewolves. Cries and howls of pain were raised to the night sky, but still, they pressed on.
I'm not sure how I felt at that point. I had given the humans the advantage of surprise for a brief moment, but why? I was no longer human. Nobody I loved or cared about was human, yet I still felt some small connection to the human race, some sense of pride that I had aided my old kind.
I stood up slowly, managing on two legs, standing as a human would, but still looking wolfish. Like a werewolf from the stories, half-man, half-wolf. That's who I was now, but who's side was I on, man or wolf?
A snarl of rage nearby interrupted my thoughts, and the leader slammed into me, taking us both to the ground. He had the element of surprise, and the brutality of his anger, and quickly got on top of me. He dug his claws deep into my furry flesh and I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Betrayer!" The leader called out, then sank his teeth deep into the side of my neck. I tried to howl but only a weak wheeze came out.
That's when I saw Carolynne coming from behind the leader, a snarl upon her lips. She was going to save me, but instead, I messed everything up, as I always did. The leader noticed me looking over his shoulder and quickly turned.
He leaped upon Carolynne suddenly, slamming her back into the ground.
"This is the price you pay for betrayal!" The leader growled, and it was over so fast. I tried to move, but I was too weak. I could barely lift my head and watch it happen. Watch her die again. His arm snatched out, claws closing on Carolynnes neck, and then he pulled back, ripping the entire front half of her throat off. She gurgled, blood spurting out of her torn neck.
The leader stalked over to me, and dropped the bloody flesh of Carolynnes on my chest. Her blood seeped over my body, and I closed my eyes against the tears that were coming. She was dead. Again. And again, I had done nothing.
"Watch." The leader commanded, and though I didn't want to, I opened my eyes. He had a sadistic grin on his face, as if he had just enjoyed what he had done. "Watch us kill off the last remaining humans in the town. Watch and realize, you could do nothing to stop us." The leader turned and ran towards the battle, which I noticed was not going well at all. The werewolves were inside, and the humans it seemed, had holed up in the next level.
I slowly stood up, ignoring the pain from my neck and the gouges from the leader's claws. I wiped Carolynnes flesh of my chest and watched as it fell, plop, to the ground. I looked at her body, no longer moving, or breathing.She had returned to her human form. I walked over to her, and gazed down at the beautiful person that had been my wife.
I ignored the torn-out throat, the blood all over her face and chest, and looked only at herglazed over eyes. Perhaps she was at peace now. I could only hope.
I grunted, then coughed, more blood spattering the ground. My blood. I put my hand to the side of my throat and realized a good chunk of it was missing. It seemed I would soon be joining my Carolynne, but first, I had to do something.
I headed back into town, though slowly. My body felt like it was wrecked. Sore, bloody and bruised, I could tell I wouldn't hold on much longer. Blood was leaking out from the side of my neck where the leader had bit deep, and I could feel myself slowly growing woozy from the bloodloss. I found the two bottles I had recently carried from Gerrymander's, one normal cocktail and one molotov one. I idly wondered where I'd find a lighter. I stumbled forward, nearly falling to the ground. There wasn't time. I was growing weaker by the minute. I didn't have much of a plan anyways. Pretty much just winging it as I went. I took a swig from the normal cocktail.
"I'm coming Carolynne." I muttered with a wheeze.
The humans were dead. The werewolves had won. The human corpses were dragged outside, where the wolves whooped and howled in delight at their victory. There were not many left, only ten or so, but the town had been slaughtered, and they could easily add more to their number. The leader noticed something was wrong.
"Where's Peter?" He snarled at the other wolves, but they gave him blank looks. All their attention had been on the attack.
A bottle came flying out of nowhere, smashing the leader in the back of the head, shattering, and drenching the leader.= with the contents of the bottle.
"I'm right here!" I called out, coming out into view. I had been hiding in some bushes. I had another bottle in my hand, a piece of cloth coming out of the top.
"Bastard!" The leader snarled, obviously pissed, and charged. I sprinted on two legs as fast as I could towards the human corpses. As I neared them, the leader caught me, clwas sinking deep into my shoulder. He threw me on the ground with the other corpses and spat on me.
"You'll die with the rest of your pathetic kind!" He said menacingly, reaching down, sinking his claws into my chest and pulling me up to his face. His body reeked alcohol.
I tried to think of a good line to reply with. In fact, I had been trying to think of a good line ever since I had figured out how up with my half-assed plan. Somehow it had worked, but I still didn't have a snappy one-liner. Ah well, not everything in a plan can go right, I figured.
"You first." I said in a whisper, pulling the lighter I had picked up off one of the dead bodies and flicking it on. The leaders body burst into flames and he shrieked in pain, releasing me back to the ground with a thud. I groaned from the pain, and felt myself nearly pass out. Everything was hazy. I blinked twice and finally gained focus.
The leader was screaming his head off, clawing at himself, jerking around on the ground to get the fire out, meanwhile the rest of the wolves looked at eachother nervously, shocked and having no idea what to do. I didn't know what to do either, as I had not expected to get this far. I glanced at the dead bodies around me, and saw the glint of metal sticking out of the back of one guy's pants.
Pistol. He must've been killed before he'd been able to use it. I dropped the lighter and snatched the handgun. I flipped the safety off and fired wildly. My aim was bad, no, horrible. Woozy from bloodloss, with a battered and dying body and only one arm, I fired that pistol, screaming my head off like a maniac. I did manage to hit a few, but they had realized I was a threat, and were closing in. I heard the click of an empty magazine and tossed the gun away. The wolves were on me now, tearing my body apart with teeth and claws. I gurgled,trying to grab the lighter as they ripped chunks of flesh out of me. I weakly grasped the lighter and saw the molotov beside me. The wolves were too focused on ripped me apart to notice, and the leader was no longer moving, his body smoldering on the ground. Only one thing left to do.
Chunks of flesh and muscle and even bone lay everywhere, all covered in thick blood. And it as all mine. My body was literally ripped to shreds, but I was struggled to remain conscious. My heart was still pumping, my brain was still working and my arm was still moving, so I could do what I had to.
The first few times I flicked the lighter, there was no flame, and I wondered, as the pain intensified, if God was truly just playing a sick joke on me. The flame finally came, and lit the molotov. I grabbed it, sighed, and slammed it into the ground.
All I could see was flame. All I could hear were tortured screams and howls. All I could smell and taste was burning fur and flesh. All I could think about was Carolynne and the kids.
Then, it all went black.