Mel & Tomahawk Land

Brent appears in the doorway of the bar again, but with Jager at his side.

"What the hell happened to her?" Jager asks, gawking at the passed out figure on the ground with a beer bottle in her hand.

"Tomahawk," Brent mutters.

"He did this?"

"...Well, not really, but you could say that he influenced her." Brent bites his lip and glances over his shoulder. "Poor Wolke..."

Jager makes a growling sound. "He has to die."

Brent's eyes widen, and he turns to stare at Jager. "No!"

"Why not?" Jager asks, shrugging.

"Because Fauna would be crushed. And killing people isn't the solution to everything."

"Neither is bashing people on the head." Jager glares at him.

Brent laughs nervously. "Hey, it's not always the solution, but it is sometimes. But back to Fauna... Let's just pick her up and take her away, and when she wakes up, we can say he died."

"But I thought she would be crushed?"

"She's tough, she'll get over it."

"...Fine. C'mon."

Brent picks up Fauna and follows Jager out the door. Once they're gone, Wolke peers into the inn and lets out a moaning sound. He walks to the bathroom door and slumps against the wall, waiting for Tomahawk.

Tomahawk walks over to the bartender and looks at him "Were did she go?" the bartender shrugs

Wolke taps him on the shoulder and looks down. "Brent and Jager took her away from you because they thought you were a bad influence, and they think Fauna's tough, so she'll get over the whole thing..." He looks up at Tomahawk now. "She won't." He turns around and runs out the door, looking for Fauna.

Tomahawk looks around "Huh?" he shrugs

Wolke pops into the inn again; he grabs Tomahawk's wrist and bolts out the door again. "We have to get Fauna back... Can you help me or not?" For once, Wolke's voice isn't quiet or shy. It sounds mad; fierce.

Tomahawk looks at Wolke "Who are you, who am I" he falls over passed out

Wolke yelps and kneels down by him. "No," he moans. He turns into a cloud and starts raining on him. "Wake up.." Wolke's voice echoes. It's sad, now. Empty.

Tomahawk moves around in frustration "Stop that" he studders

Wolke turns back into his human form and lets out a low growl. "Hurry- wake up! I'm... I'm nothing without Fauna, so I need your help to get her back." He glances over his shoulder, seeming to watch something before turning back to Tomahawk. "Please, hurry! They... They might have already... Please, just hurry!" He taps Tomahawk's side lightly with his foot, urging him up.

Tomahawk stumbles to his feet "they might have already what?"

Pain enters Wolke's eyes. "They're not really taking her away because they think you're a bad influence..." He pauses for a very, very long time. Rain starts pouring down from the sky. "They're going to kill her!!" he yelps, scrunching his eyes closed to block the images. "Or, if they can't do that, they'll torture her! Fauna has enemies... They are her enemies, but she doesn't know it... They only invited her into the pack because they knew she could read minds and they needed information... But she can't read minds.. She only imagines it... She thinks she knows what they're thinking, but she doesn't know.. And now she's going to die... Torture.." Wolke trails off quietly, sobbing now. He eventually looks up at Tomahawk with pleading eyes. "I.. I can't even think without her... I'm lost.. I'm dead..." Wolke's breaths come unevenly. "She created me, and they're going to--" Wolke snarls and glares into the forest, but coughs and looks at the ground again. He's weak right now because she is.

Tomahawk looks up still not understanding (He's drunk) "I still Don't get it but okay" He pulls out his M-16 and puts it up to his head "If they want me dead then I'll die" he starts to pull the trigger Shifty out of nowhere jumps in front of Tomahawk and grabs the gun "NO!" He shouts

Wolke wails and crumbles to his knees. "She's gonna die.. They're gonna kill her.." he moans.

A muffled cry sounds from the woods.

"Already?!" Wolke snaps, lunging back to his feet. An invisible force pounds him to the ground, though. "They're... torturing her.." he groans, prying himself from the ground. Something else knocks him right back down, though.

Another muffled cry.

Tomahawk and shifty looks in the direction of the muffled cry's "C'mon" Shifty yells "We have to get to her"

Tomahawk looks at Shifty "Okay If you say so" they run into the forest and look For Fauna

Wolke taps Shifty on the shoulder. "I'll lead you guys to her... Since she created me, I always know where she is," he murmurs. He takes the lead and leads them right to where Jager, Pluto, and Brent have her tied up to a tree with duct tape on her mouth.

"Who is he?!" Pluto screams in her face. Fauna says a few muffled words, and Jager slaps her.

"Why are they here?" Brent asks, softer than the others.

Fauna lets out a muffled cry, her eyes locking on Wolke and the others. Jager, Pluto, and Brent all turn to stare at them. All three of them pull out shotguns and cock them, ready to shoot. Fauna sobs.

As the cock them Tomahawk already prepared already has 3 bullets heading for there head shifty grabs Wolke and they hide behind a tree

Wolke wails and struggles to get out of his grip, reaching for Fauna. The three werewolves duck and dodge Tomahawk's bullets and send shots at him. Each of them fire twice.

"NO!!" Fauna screams, flailing around. Jager whirls around and shoots her, then turns back to Tomahawk and shoots him again. Fauna goes quiet with a dead look in her eyes.

Tomahawk looks at Fauna and his eyes Widen he shoots at the 3 of them now bleeding from the arm and leg and shoots them each in the face at least 3 times

Each of them crumble to the forest floor. Wolke finally squirms free of Shifty and screams, lunging at Fauna.

"No, no, no, no, no, NO!" he screams at the top of his lungs. Fauna flinches and winces away from him.

"...Wolke..?" she asks in a small voice. Her eyes squint open, then widen to the point of bursting when she sees Tomahawk and Shifty, along with her three ex-teammates on the ground, bleeding. She looks down at herself and sees the blood on her chest. "...Oh.. Shit," she mutters. Wolke hugs her and bawls into her shoulder. Fauna looks up at Tomahawk. "..Can you help me down?" she asks, looking down at the ropes that still tie her up to the tree.

Tomahawk walks up to Fauna holding his arm and unties her he picks up the Shot guns and shoots the body's once more to make sure there dead

Fauna looks him over, then moves his hand. She puts her hand over the wound and heals it within seconds. Then she turns to Wolke and hugs him, letting him get his reunition over with. Then she turns to the three bodies. She mutters something under her breath, then looks at Tomahawk and Shifty. She turns towards Wolke again and sighs. "Thank you," she says, glancing at Shifty and Tomahawk again. She looks down at the tree dead people and growls quietly. Her eyes lower again and she looks up, over the trees, to the inn. Wolke grabs her hand and searches her eyes, trying to figure out what she's thinking.

Tomahawk looks at Fauna "Whats wrong" he asks looking at the Inn again

Fauna shakes her head, as if telling herself to shut up. "Nothing," she says in a monotone. She looks back down at the three dead guys that she once trusted, then stalks off into the forest, towards the inn. She tightens her grip on Wolke, dragging him along.

Tomahawk and Shifty stare at each other "You think we should bury them?"

Shifty "Yeah we could dig a hole and then bury them"
Tomahawk "Okay lets get started"
Shifty "Okay"

Gibbs and Abby are in the Inn drinking soda

Fauna hears their breif conversation and turns around, taking Wolke by surprise.

"When you're done, holler at me so I can spit on their grave," she calls; her voice sounds evil and malicious. She's obviously pissed off, but she continues towards the inn. Wolke looks up at her, confused.

"Fauna..?" he squeaks. Fauna looks down at him questioningly, with no trace of anger.

"Heh?"

"You're mad. Why?"

"I'm not... mad, really. Just... confused. Concentrated."

"On what?" Wolke asks, looking even more confused than before.

"I'm just wondering about who, exactly, I can trust," she murmurs, not looking at him.

"Oh.." Wolke's face falls.

"There's no doubt about you, buddy," she says quickly, looking down at him. Wolke smiles and nods. "I'll always trust you. But I'm just wondering about Tomahawk and Shifty.."

Wolke scowls now. "You can trust Shifty," he says.

"And Tomahawk?" Fauna asks.

Wolke bites his lip. "Maybe.."

Fauna scowls and looks down at her feet. "And Abby, and Gibbs..."

Wolke looks down, too. "You have trust issues, don't you..?" he whispers.

Fauna nods. "I do.."

They walk towards the inn in silence now, stopping to sit on the front steps. They ignore Abby and Gibbs' presence.
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OoC: My computer isn't being a fag anymore, so I finally got Wolke's character page up!