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When; 7-7-7, evening/night
Rating; R for language/violence
Characters; Anita

beyond_the_room
Summary; Anita takes a walk and finds another kind of monster
Log;

It was still a warm night, but that didn't stop Anita from making he way out of the city proper and into the woods she'd grown familiar with while a wolf. The gun held secure in her shoulder holster might look out of place with her tank top and worn jeans, but she never went without it. There were other hidden toys as well, but the gun was always her first means of defense.

The birds above her called in their various songs, and the sounds made Anita smile, at least a little.

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The scene grew dark within moments. It wasn't any visible kind of darkness, but more of a vague feeling of something not quite right. Something unnatural. The birds immediately stopped, as if afraid to sing. Indeed, it seemed like anything living in the area had suddenly lost the courage to show itself.

"Early one morning, just as the sun was rising," a warbling, almost mechanical voice cooed out, "I heard a maid sing in the valley below..."

As the sound got louder, seemingly coming in from all sides, a ragged man covered in a bloodstained trenchcoat stepped into view. He stopped roughly ten meters from her and stopped his singing.

"Ah, there you are. Hello."

A sudden shift stopped her in her tracks, looking up the odd silence. Something tugged at her power; a whisper of something not quite right. A quick motion had a knife in her hand, glittering in the dimming light of the area. A voice surrounded her, singing almost, but not quite off key.

She didn't turn to look around, but kept her eyes straight ahead. Sure enough, someone stepped out of the wrongness and stopped in front of her.

"... who the hell are you?"

"You don't remember me? No..no, of course, no one does. No one cares about me, anyway. But I can make them..." he said, more to himself than her, "I'm Walter. Walter Sullivan. I just had to meet you after we spoke through the machine."

He took a few tentative steps toward her, running a hand over the bark of a nearby tree. His touch caused the area to petrify and turn gray.

"You can't make fun of me."

"I'd say it was nice and all to meet you, but you didn't come across as a nice guy when you called me a worthless whore." The death threat didn't really phase her since she'd heard so many of them before.

The moment he took step towards her, the Browning was out and leveled at his head.

"I didn't make fun of you, an I'd advise you keep your distance."

He suddenly reached out for her arm.

"YoU'Re THe oNlY PerSOn wHo ShOUld wATcH OuT!" he said, his voice distorting unnaturally as he tried to grab her neck.

The Browning jerked back as she fired, close range, followed by a wicked slash with her knife and a few steps away to let her get enough room beteen them so her wolf can come into play.

"What the hell did I do to you??"

Several feet back now, she dropped into a defensive crouch and called to her wolf, feeling the immediate rub of fur under her skin.

Walter's body was driven back by the bullets, his head flying apart. He stumbled back and fell down against the trunk of a tree. He lay still for a moment, then slowly began to rise, as if pulled by invisible strings.

"Mrrngllb," he gurgled through a quickly regenerating mouth. No blood dripped from where his wounds were. Rather an inky black substance was in it's place, slowly dripping down his body. The fluid spread corruption wherever it hit the ground.

"More pain...As usual," he said to her, "Death...Dying...Shouldn't be this hard..."

For a moment, she thought she'd been lucky, but when saw the body move again, she knew better. Everything he touched seemed to rot away, melting down into caustic puddles.

"Shit. Shit!"

Eager, the wolf tried to slip her skin, wanting to bite and chew. Again. she raised her gun and emptied it into the approaching body.

"Die, damn it!"

Walter's body was thrown back once more, the shots rocking him back against another tree. No real pain was showing on his face, nor any noise issuing from his mouth.

"It's useless," he said, grinning, "You should give up now and accept it."

He rose up again, the wounds slowly sealing themselves as he walked toward her. He let one hand drop to his side and slightly out, more of the liquid seeping onto it. The mass slowly grew and changed form, becoming a small hatchet when it finally solidified.

"Now, where were we?" he grinned, rushing her and taking a swing at her head.

She scrambled out of the way, the knife flashing at him again as she gained a little more breathing room. The wolf growled inside her, wanting to be free. This time, she stepped back again and the shiver that ran over her skin split it, then turned inside out.

In a spill of fluid and power and bits of flesh, a large black wolf stood, teeth bared in a feral growl.

Walter's eye took on look partway between fear and unbridled rage. He took a step back, pupils rapidly focusing and unfocusing.

"D-dog...DOG! DOG!" he screamed, his other hand creating a magnum. He aimed and fired multiple times at the beast as he charged, seeking to drive the hatchet into it's brain.

The wolf skittered to one side, missed by the bullets, then danced back out of the way of the hatchet. Quick as she could, the wolf rounded him and snapped at his arm, hoping to make him drop the hatchet, then take him down.

Walter was thrown down as the wolf's body collided with his own. He screamed and ranted, the darkness beginning to spill from him in response to his emotional duress.

"I'LLKILLYOUI'LLKILLYOUI'LLKILLYOUI'LLKILLYOUI'LLKILLYOUI'LLKILLYOUI'LLKILLYOU!"

He dropped the gun instead, creating mini-chainsaw. The machine roared to life as he brought it over, trying to dislodge the beast from his arm.

Her jaws were locked in flesh now, but as soon as she heard te metallic noise, she let go and tried to get out of the way as quickly as possble.

Not quite quickly enough.

The whirring teeth bit into her shoulder, making her stumble for a moment. She was back on her feet in an instant, liping away from him, but keeping her odd eyes on him at all times.

Walter whirled around on the great wolf, grinning now, his insanity taking over more of his mind.

"You can't kill me. I'm already dead," he laughed, teleporting behind her and forming two magnums, "DIE!"

He fired a volley of rounds at her and the area around her.

"DIE! DIE! DIE!"

Several bullets pierce her body, but, not being silver, there's a flash of pain and a stream of blood from each new hole. She's out of range again, trying to get away from the madman now.

Walter rushes after her at a much slower pace, methodically plodding after her. The dark miasma spilled out behind him.

"You can't hide from me, little doggy."

Anita drops from his sight, panting quietly in the shadows as she felt the wounds start to close up. There were times she wished she could take the half and half form that most of the weres back in St. Louis could take. Much bigger, and stronger...

Silently, she slipped through the shadows, doubling back to throw off her stalker.

Crap... who the fuck is this? What is this shit...

Walter continued to walk, stopping now and then to feel for her presence. His path led him around again, to the place where he began.

"I know you're out here," he yelled, "I'll hunt you down, no matter where you go."

He concentrated and looked in the direction she was in.

"You're breathing very hard."

She broke into a dead run, pads carrying her away from him much faster than a natural wolf could move.

Walter had been getting close when he saw the wolf bolt out in front of him and take off. He took a few pot shots at her, then watched her disappear into the distance.

"Keep running, whore," he said to himself, starting to walk again, "You can't keep moving forever."

He paused every now and then to take out different beasts that crossed his path, always imagining the wolf in front of him.

Finally having gained a good deal of space, she paused for a moment, then changed direction, headig back into the city, and home.

There was a lot more options she could choose from at home.

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