Car Troubles [[...OPEN...]]

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

What happens when you trap an animal in a corner? They attack you. Sophia wasn’t trapped, but she wasn’t about to let this hunter track her down and attempt to kill her. The last Sophia wanted to do was run away with her tail tucked between her legs. This hunter wasn’t going to let her go, and that was apparent by the way that she was chasing Sophia down the tunnel, so the only thing the large werewolf could think to do was face her head-on and teach the woman just was a horrible idea it was to fuck with her. The woman had her guns, but Sophia had her pain tolerance and her sheer mass. The human was puny and breakable. Sophia was quick and had over three hundred years of experience under her belt. Experience that came from fighting for her life day in and day out. How dare this human think that she would be an easy mark? Better than her had tried, and they had all failed.

The cops were still coming down the tunnel, demanding that they freeze, or they’d shoot. Their flashlight beams reflected off Sophia’s eyes, giving her sharp yellow orbs an eerie green glow. Her lips were drawn back to reveal a row of sharp, white fangs that could easily tear through the woman in front of her. As they got closer, Sophia grew more and more angry. People died every day. What made one life more important than the other? Humans were all terminal. At some point in time they were going to die, anyway. There was no use in them getting all worked up because it was “before their time” because if that was true. . . then they wouldn’t have died. If there was such a thing as fate, as some form of deity who decided when someone needed to die or not, then they would have kept Sophia from killing that man in the subway if it was before his time. He had died. It was his time, by their logic. If there was such a thing as fate, then it had been that man’s time and there was no need for them to care.

Sophia’s paws pounded the sidewalk, her nails clipping on the pavement. She was moving faster than a normal wolf would have ever been able to do, and she was more like a runaway train than a wolf. Her sheer size didn’t slow her down too much, and she was only half a ton. Had she weighed exactly a ton, she probably would have been slowed down. Not to say that a smaller werewolf wouldn’t be faster than her. They would be more agile for sure, but Sophia relied on her girth to get her through things. Moving to the city had been a bad idea. Curiosity and the need to see new places and not stay in one place for too long had driven her here. She had been in Europe for the entirety of her life.

It had been time for a change, and New York had seemed like a place where a lot of people gathered—in particular, immortals. Surely a place with many of her own kind would realize what she had been through and accept her like no one else had? No. It was riddled with people who wanted to kill her and those who wanted to stifle who she was and make her stay hidden. It was just like everywhere else. Now she was on the move again, hating this place. Perhaps she would try to live out in the country again. At least there weren’t as many people living out there, and there was bigger game running around. Humans did not fill her up, and if she killed more than one or two a night, then she would draw far too much attention to herself. . . .

But there were bigger fish to fry. Like this woman. She obviously hated Sophia for the sole reason that Sophia was what she was. It made no sense to Sophia. This woman didn’t know her. Of course, it probably still wouldn’t matter because hardly anyone ever got along with Sophia, but the point still stood. The woman had no right to judge her without knowing her. The guns were pointed at her and Sophia narrowed her eyes. Such a cowardly weapon. Will you not fight with me hand-to-hand? You hunters are nothing but a joke, Sophia taunted, trying to speak to the woman telepathically but not knowing if it was working or not. It mattered little to the werewolf. She could taunt the woman in her own mind for all she cared. It made a wolfish grin spread across her face. Cowards, all humans were. They fell back on their guns all too often to fight their battles for them. Who could really blame them? This human female would have no chance against Sophia in a hand-to-hand fight. Sophia figured she could give the woman this little bit of leverage.

The triggers strained under the woman’s fingers as she prepared to fire and Sophia snarled, redirecting her momentum as she planted her back paws on the wall and shoved off, leaping in a wide arc to the platform on the other side. Perhaps opening fire was not the smartest thing for the hunter to do. The cops behind her immediately started to fire as well when the first shots went off, and it was apparent that the hunter was too set on Sophia to pay attention to the cops firing at her back. . . . Meanwhile, Sophia ran along the other platform, her head turned to face the hunter. It only made sense that she would follow Sophia with her bullets, and shots ricocheted off the brick and pavement, sending little bits of the walls and platform into the air. Who knew how long the gunfire would last, though, with the woman having to now deal with the cops behind her firing at her back in a fury to make sure that she went down before the rest of them did. Sophia’s black, brown, and reddish fur blended broke up her outline and kept her hidden in the dark. . . the cops hadn’t spotted her quite yet.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 1050
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER Finally got it.
---------COSTAR Sierra
---------WARDROBE Fur
---------STAGE Subway tunnel
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

[Sierra St. Claire]

Sierra aimed the twin glocks straight at the wolf. She had totally forgotten about the cops behind her. In her mind they were too stupid to know anything therefore she had forgotten all about them. Sierra let off perfect shot after perfect shot at the she wolf. The thing was gigantic. By all laws of nature a human shouldn’t be able to turn into a monster and they shouldn’t be nearly eight feet tall! Sierra was surprised that the whole safety walkway didn’t collapse under the weight. The wolf leapt with a gigantic leap across the way to the other side of the tracks. And then Sierra heard gunfire that wasn’t her own. Random messy shots were filtered into the air at Sierra’s direction. She turned and with pure luck she wasn’t hit in any vital places. Still, her arm burned and hot red liquid flew out. It took her a few moments to realize that it was her arm and not something vital. Still, it hurt like a freaking bitch! Sierra had been shot in the leg before and in the arm twice but each time it hurt like hell!

“Fuck.” Sierra muttered under her breath. The wound stung like hell. But at least she knew that with a cops gun the bullets weren’t liquid something like some hunters. If Sierra was lucky the bullet came out just as soon as it slid in. And if she was even luckier than her DNA didn’t drip down on the ground to be taken later as evidence. That is, if Sierra wasn’t taken captive. She could not be taken! She would not allow herself to be taken! She would die beforehand. It took a lot of quick thinking but that was what hunters were known for. If you didn’t think quick on enormous pressure you wouldn’t last. Though shooting the light bulb wasn’t all that creative, she had done it before when it was bad to have light. Sierra moved the gun up and shot directly into the light bulb. Glass splattered and dropped onto her. It would have hurt if Sierra’s skin weren’t covered by the protective leather – The reason she wore leather in the first place. Leather also looked cool and that was a plus.

Sierra had seen how the wolf had jumped across. It had been a pretty cool move. Not that she would of course admit that ever. Sierra would therefore have to rely on her gymnastic training. She didn’t have time to run to the wall and get a bit more space to leap nor did she have enough time to throw her bag first. Sierra leapt like she never leapt before and made the jump with ease. The only problem was that she was now on the same edge with the wolf. But perhaps the cops still thought she was on the same side and was still running towards the exit. The only problem was that she couldn’t fire now without giving away her position. Those damned idiots also hadn’t seemed to see the giant freaking wolf. Sierra’s only hope was to find the exit on this side and maybe not getting killed in the process if that was at all possible.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

The scent of fresh blood filled the stale air of the tunnels and Sophia sucked in a deep breath, committing the hunter’s scent to memory so that if they met again, she wouldn’t be taken by surprise. Like all living beings who bled, the woman smelled good enough to eat, but like most humans, she wouldn’t be get full at all after eating her. The werewolf needed something much bigger to fill her stomach, and Sophia preferred to just kill hunters and leave them on the street as a warning to other hunters. . . that there was someone on the streets who would not take their shit and wouldn’t go down easily. Sophia was not one to hide what she was and there were times that she drew far too much attention. . . times like these, actually. Things just got more interesting when the cops had opened fire on one of their owns, but hey. . . it was this woman’s fault for shooting, was it not?

Sophia continued down the path and crashed through the side of the train, busting down the door and bending the frame to let her massive girth inside. She plowed through the cabin and out the other side, coming out behind the cops so she could use them as human meat shields. Snarling, she rushed forward, catching the attention of the cops too late before she grabbed one by the throat and continued to charge the huntress. Some of the cops were knocked off the platform and onto the tracks, but only one fell on the live rail, shaking and convulsing as the scent of burned flesh filled Sophia’s nose. Life sucked for that cop right then. A few stray shots found their way into Sophia’s hide, but she charged through the pain, tossing the now-dead body in her mouth at the huntress with a great heave of her head, hoping to distract the woman long enough to pounce. . . .

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 330
---------MUSE Blah
---------CHATTER Short post.
---------COSTAR Sierra
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Subway tunnels
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

[Sierra St. Claire]

The wound was warm and tingly. It burned like a son of a gun! Sierra had been shot a few times before so the burning sensation was nothing new. All she could do was cringe and move on forwards. She would have to spend a good ten thousand dollars seeking illegal medical help. It wasn’t like she could walk into the ER, gunshot wounds were always reported. So illegal medical help would need to be found. “Great, great, great,” Sierra muttered to herself softly. This was really turning into a costly expedition. Not to mention there was her precious precious car which needed to be repaired – Hopefully was being repaired.

Sierra knew that she was following the monster but she had no choice. This was a death or imprisonment situation. She was running towards death but that was better than being captured by imprisonment in a penitentiary. Sierra ran and ended up running into a pile of cops. Great! Where was an exit door when you needed one? The cops met the wolf and for once they weren’t firing at Sierra but with her. Of course they met their end fairly quickly and some fell into the tracks. Some seemed to hit the tracks. The stench of rotting flesh and screaming echoed through the air. A body came flying at Sierra as she tried to cover her nose from the vile stench. She was distracted for but a moment. “You wanna play games? Fine.” Sierra muttered as she held her gun steady.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

The mere second that the huntress was distracted by the flying body coming at her was more than enough for what Sophia had planned. It had not taken her much to remain within steps of the body she had hurled in the hunter’s direction, and as the human woman side-stepped the dead cop flying toward her, Sophia bunched her muscles and sprang. With the moment of distraction, it was very likely that all one thousand pounds of the werewolf would crash right into the woman. Of course, the woman still had her guns, and Sophia had already come to terms with the fact that she would probably take a couple shots from the woman. Already Sophia had been shot by those impudent cops. She had been shot many more times, including by some black-haired vampiress with a superiority complex. Being shot was nothing new to the massive werewolf and she knew she would be able to handle it. But would the human woman be able to handle the fangs that were going to bury themselves in her shoulder?

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 178
---------MUSE Bleh
---------CHATTER Sucky post is sucky.
---------COSTAR Sierra
---------WARDROBE Here
---------STAGE Subway tunnels
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

[Sierra St. Claire]

ooC – Are you going to turn her? X.x

Sierra arched her foot back and steadied her gun hand. It was now or never. Maybe this girl was the one. Every hunter got picked off by someone better than them but Sierra wouldn’t go unless she took the bastard down with her. If she died too, both of the girls together, Sierra could be at peace. The wolf sprang at her like some sort of wolf in the box. Sierra fired off one shot and then another, simultaneously firing at the beast. Every shot counted. She could not afford to miss a single shot. “We’re going down together Bitch. You and me!” Sienna shouted while her voice echoed.There was really nowhere to move down on the platform. You could sidestep to the left or the right but you couldn’t move backwards and you wouldn’t want to move forwards! The stench of burnt human flesh was deep in the air being intensified by tunnel.

[velvela]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

Nowhere to go. The tight space of the tunnels didn’t allow for very easy maneuvering. Forward moment didn’t leave the possibility for going backwards, and there was a wall on one side and the tracks on the other, including that live rail that had taken the life of one—maybe two, Sophia wasn’t particularly paying attention to them. The shots were heard loud and clear, temporarily deafening the wolf woman. At such a close range it was going to be hard to avoid them—quite impossible, actually. Sophia’s thick hide was her saving grace. Almost. A few of the initial shots entered just below her ribs, and several others left gouges in her sides and shoulders. The blood was hardly visible in the dark, against her patched pelt and long fur, but Sophia could smell it. It felt as if someone had jabbed her with a hot poker, but she ignored the pain, pushing through it like she always had. Sixteen years of her life had been physical and mental torture. A couple gunshot wounds and silver wasn’t hinder her. Kill her, yes, but they weren’t going to stop her until she was dead.

“We’re going down together Bitch. You and me!” the woman declared between shots. Sophia just drew her lips back in a snarl, and then she slammed into the woman, her front paws wrapping around her sort of and her fangs sinking into the woman’s shoulder, jaws big enough so that her bottom jaw reached the center of her breastbone—or if you preferred, sternum. Sophia clamped her jaws shut, her sharp fangs would easily tear through the leather jacket and skin alike. With neither of them having anywhere to go, Sophia’s only option was to run through the woman. When they hit the ground, the momentum would most likely cause Sophia to hit the ground and roll, most likely with the hunter in her grasp. It was hard to avoid a thousand pounds of meat hurdling toward you. The platform cracked under the weight of Sophia hitting it, and the pavement became smeared with blood.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB numbers
---------MUSE Meh
---------CHATTER Maybe. =P If she survives. XD Or we could pretend this never happened when we're done. =P
---------COSTAR Sierra
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Subway tunnels
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira