KJ's Werewolf - The Cursed Blue Moon

[JrDude]

First long, then longer, then short? You're losing your touch KJ.

[Dog Food]

Holy poop.
That was interesting. At least no one died, right?

THE WEREWOLF IS A FUCKING BADASS!
...He's really soaking up the story, in case you couldn't tell, KJ.

Haha, I noticed, and I'm glad he... er, you like it :3

First long, then longer, then short? You're losing your touch KJ.

If you really care about the length, I could fix that just for you.

[jnfs2014]

KJ will never lose her touch. <3

[Dark Dragon]

I don't think she ever did.

[JrDude]

If you really care about the length, I could fix that just for you.

Just 'cause Rob made us lovers in his Werewolf (Witches I mean) game doesn't mean you have to do more stuff for me anymore.
But of course you still can.

[Dog Food]

KJ will never lose her touch. <3

I don't think she ever did.

Aw <3.

Just 'cause Rob made us lovers in his Werewolf (Witches I mean) game doesn't mean you have to do more stuff for me anymore.
But of course you still can.

*shudder* Don't remind me of that experience. That's the second time we've had to share a bed/room. I don't know why, but we always end up together in these sort of games. Big Brother, Werewolves...

[JrDude]

*shudder* Don't remind me of that experience. That's the second time we've had to share a bed/room. I don't know why, but we always end up together in these sort of games. Big Brother, Werewolves...

There are no coincidences in God's eyes -Touched by an Angel.

[The Riddler]

  *shudder* Don't remind me of that experience.

lol, JrDude is inadequate in bed.

[Dark Dragon]

I think we are falling off topic. (since it's about "Villagers killing off werewolf's", not "who wants to sleep with me in bed".)

[Dog Food]

I think we are falling off topic. (since it's about "Villagers killing off werewolf's", not "who wants to sleep with me in bed".)

Well that's a completely different question, but a good one. So, who wants to sleep with me in bed?. But you're right, it went off-topic.

On topic, and away from sleeping (since it is Day Phase), I'll have the results up in either a few hours, or much later tonight. Sometime today. You can continue to vote until the second that I put up the results. So, get ready. Go on, shoo. Get the intercourse  out. Nothing to see here. Pay no attention to the person behind the computer screen...

[SkyMyl]

Can I take you up on that offer?
SCREW YOU SON YOU AREN'T DESERVING OF POON

So, uh...guess we just keep waiting, then.

[Dog Food]

(Took me a while of on and off working, but it's done. I'm not sure if this is my longest yet, but it's pretty long. Which, of course, does not mean it is any good. Quality over quantity, as I always say. And as usual, I have the bold to save you from the walls of text - or, at least, the bold at the very bottom. So, here's what happened last in Gladys Village:)

[spoiler]Chapter Two - Part One - One Bad Head Ache

My head was beating in sync with my heart. I groaned and turned over in my bed. Instead of my back meeting the soft mattress, I felt myself drop and landed on some sort of hard surface. I jumped up in surprise and then felt the blood rush to my head. I groaned and sat back down, my eyes closed and my hands rubbing my temples. The thing was, I couldn't feel my temples. Instead, there was some sort of wrap around my head.

I opened my eyes and looked around, the confusion only causing my head to hurt even more. I must have been having one hell of a migraine. What did I do - get drunk and attempt to break a concrete brick with my head again? I groaned and put my face in my hands.

"Oh good, you're awake," came a voice nearby. I jumped. Why was someone else in my room? I turned around to face them and was surprised by who I saw. It was that man I had never actually met, but spied upon. The man who had provoked that other guy and who had had that secret conversation with the weird, jumpy guy that I never saw again... Hey, wasn't that jumpy guy supposed to give me answers? Oh well, I guess I didn't need them anymore.

"Oh, uh," I started, unsure of what to say. He didn't know that I knew him. I guess it didn't matter, since I couldn't remember his name, anyway. "...Hello?"

He gave a small smile and waved his hand, offering me a seat on the hard couch nearby. I sunk into it, not even realizing how tired I had been. But then I realized that I couldn't possibly be in my room at the Inn. That couch was way too clean. I must have been sleeping on his small, clean bed in his small, clean room. It didn't look much different from my own place. It was quaint, quiet, small, but it was clean. I let out a relieved sigh as I reveled in how well-kept the place was.

"You don't know me," the man continued, sitting down nearby, "and you don't need to." His voice was harsh, but he looked at me with warmth and I was okay with his voice because his face seemed to apologize for the way he sounded.

"Um okay," I said, my head still a little foggy, "but do you mind answering some of my other questions?"

"Try me," he said, giving me a straight face and seeming to brace himself for my questions. His seriousness struck me as funny and I giggled, but covered my mouth with my hand and turned it into a cough. "...You should get something for that cold," he added, pursing his lips.

"Right... I'll get right on that. Sorry. In the mean time-"

"Actually," he interrupted, now seeming to busy himself with his hands, "I could fix it for you right now."

"Oh no, don't go through the trouble... I don't really like cough medicine. It tastes like, I don't know what, but it's gross." The room seemed to get darker suddenly and I looked around for the source. "It looks like your lights are getting weak..." But then, as if my words had offended them, they shone brighter than ever before, blinding me. "Uh, never mind then... But they could tone it down a little..."

I felt something like hot iron grab my head and I screamed. I jumped up and attempted to pry whatever it was off of me, thinking of the Black Wolf and shaking my head in pain. Excruciating pain.

"Calm down!" I heard in the distance. It was a far away voice, amidst the bright, blinding white light. I couldn't calm down. The Black Wolf was attacking me again. It was going to finish the job. I scratched and screamed and kicked and bit. Whatever it took to get the hands off of me. ...Wait a second. There were hands on me? I felt myself go limp as I realized that whatever had me, it was human. I could take a human.

"Jesus," the man muttered, and as he released his grip from me and I could see and think clearly, I noticed he was bleeding a little.

"I...I remember what happened..." I whispered, shaking my head which no longer felt as if a tree had fallen on top of it. "What... What did you do? Oh! And, uh, sorry for putting up so much of a fight..."

"No problem," he said stiffly, applying various ointments to his injuries, "I probably should have expected someone who survived a werewolf attack to be strong, and therefore should have warned you of what I was going to do."

"If you can... heal, I guess... then why can't you heal your own injuries like you did to my head?" I asked, my curiosity back along with my solo heart beat.

"The art of healing is both a gift and a curse," he responded as he dabbed at his last cut. "To save the lives of others, I must immerse myself in their pain. You may have caused a scratch that for most men would only survive a few days, but these will most likely be here for the rest of the month if I don't care for myself."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I apologized, my head drooping slightly. The Healer had cured my beating from the werewolf, but I had gotten whatever I could out of him in the process. "Where I come from, it's 'Show no Mercy'."

"Sounds like a lovely place," he said with obvious contempt, and I laughed.

"Nah, it was a poophole. I'd take the Black Wolf over home any time."

"Don't speak too lightly. You may have the chance," he warned, and I reached to my head as the memory of that gigantic paw flawlessly cutting into me resurfaced. I closed my eyes and shuddered.

"Yeah," I whispered, blinking away my thoughts.

There was a knock at the door. The Healer excused himself and went to the door. Being the eavesdropper that I was, and bored, I moved to the side of the couch closer to the door and strained my ears to hear what was going on.

"Is she hear?" came a familiar voice, in almost a whisper.

"Yes," the Healer replied. "Healed, of course."

"We came to talk to her," came the gruff voice of someone else, and I was almost positive I knew who that was.

"I don't know about now," the Healer replied, his hands gripping tighter on the door.

"She knows something!" hissed the first man. "We need to figure it out before the details get murky, you know that!"

"Calm down, Hadley," the second man said. Then to the Healer, "Why don't we let her decide if she wishes to speak to us?"

"Fine, whatever," the Healer said, opening the door wider for the two men to come inside. Then I remembered who they were. Hadley was the man with the weird binoculars from the night before, and the man with him was the Hunter.

"Hey, kid," the Hunter said, giving me a wink. I nodded back at him, then turned toward the man they called Hadley. He was tall and skinny, wearing a red baseball cap and chewing on some gum. He was wearing jeans that had bulging pockets, stuffed full with more trinkets like those binoculars, no doubt. He was wearing many things, too. Not like the Healer, who wore necklaces that seemed to emit an ominous meaning. No, Hadley had devices and mechanisms that looked like they were made to track something.

"You're the Tracker," I said suddenly, looking at Hadley. The Hunter smirked, and the Healer claimed his seat next to mine.

"That only took her five seconds to figure out," the Hunter said. "I told you, Hadley, you need to wear normal clothes in the day time."

"Shh, we don't want the others knowing of my secret identity," Hadley joked with a short smile and a dramatic bow. "Actually my name is Bolton. Bolton Hadley. By night, I assume under the name of 'The Tracker' and terrorize evil with my..."

"Sharp wit," offered the Healer sarcastically.

"More like big mouth," the Hunter corrected. The two looked at each other and exchanged small chuckles, but Bolton Hadley rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Binoculars?" I said, remembering the things he had used to find the Black Wolf the night before. "Well, they were helpful last night, at least."

"Oh, did you like them? I invented them myself!" Hadley said with excitement. He wiped them out from underneath his shirt. "You see, with the infrared you can see in the dark, and with this button right here you can zoom in and zoom out. Then over here there's a button that..." I glanced over at the Hunter and Healer, who had closed their eyes and seemed to be sleeping. I gulped, not feeling like I knew him well enough to act that openly bored, but also wishing he would shut up about things I didn't understand.

"Uh," I stammered, "t-that's really cool, but... Didn't you come to ask me some questions?"

"Ah yes, the young one is very right," the Healer said, jumping in rather quickly.

"And also seems to have some big ears," the Hunter added.

"I'm not that young, and how can I not hear with 'Mr. Big Mouth' doing the talking..." I mumbled, crossing my arms and pouting. Then louder, "Yeah, well... What is it you guys wanted?"

"Okay, let's get right into business then," Hadley said, putting his binoculars away. "You were with the Black Wolf... What were you doing?"

"Uh, nothing," I said. "We were... talking, I guess."

"Talking? You talked to the Black Wolf?" Hadley and the Hunter exchanged looks, but the Healer remained still, staring at the open fire in his small fireplace.

"Well, yeah. He told me that he wasn't going to kill anyone that night... that he 'had other matters to attend to' and then he said he couldn't let me go after I had seen him..."

"So he was going to kill you?" Hadley asked.

"Don't be so blunt, Hadley," the Hunter growled. Hadley glanced in his direction, then gave the shortest of nods.

"Right. What do you think he was planning, then?"

"I don't think he was going to kill me. He definitely had the chance, though. He was going to tell me something else. He started talking, but you started shouting and running towards us. He didn't have much time, so he knocked me out and left." I remembered everything so clearly in that moment, it was like I was there. I shivered again at his gleaming yellow eyes.

"You saw us there, and you didn't call out for help?" Hadley asked, stroking his chin in thought.

I suddenly felt as though I were on trial. "No, I guess I was too scared to yell. Plus I didn't want to do anything that would end my life sooner."

"I thought you said you didn't think he was going to kill you?"

"How am I supposed to know?" I asked, my voice growing louder and my face burning. "I didn't think he would, but I can't be too careful. It may be surprising to wrap your big ol' head around, but I'm not a big fan of dying."

"Fine, fine. But what about-"

"That's enough questions for one day," the Hunter said, stepping in between the two of us. "The voting will begin soon and we do not want to be late."

"Oh, right. Do you guys do that every day?" I asked, getting up and stretching, glaring one last time at Hadley. He smiled sheepishly at me and shrugged. It was probably his job to interrogate so harshly, but I still found it annoying.

"Unfortunately," the Hunter growled. "Come on, Hadley. Let's go." The two of them gave their goodbyes and then were off.

"I'm going in a few moments as well," the Healer added in his calm, low voice. "I will escort you there."

"Thanks," I said, smiling.

"You should probably wash up for the day, as well," he added, looking at me up and down. I felt myself turn red, and realized I hadn't examined myself since before the wolf attack. What did I look like now? "You look fine," he added with a smile when he noticed me worrying. "I just meant change into clothes you can wear outside. What you're wearing are some of my old robes."

I hadn't even been paying attention to what I was wearing. I looked down now to see I was wearing a blue robe with light swirls in it, gold trimming and a gold rope holding it all together. Underneath, I was wearing nothing. My eyes widened and I looked back over at the Healer, but he was gone. I opened my mouth, just because I felt like I needed to say something, even if he wasn't there, but no words came out. I stood there for a moment, contemplating the other ways I could have went from my old clothes into these robes without him have being there, but they all seemed to involve some other guy changing me, which wasn't any better. I groaned and sunk back down into the couch, needing a moment before I could even think about getting ready.

"Today's gonna be a long day," I sighed.

***

The square was packed. I continued to pick at the large red scar across my forehead, and the Healer repeatedly grabbed my hand. I felt like a little child trying to touch the hot stove, and the mother continuing to take their hand and put it back down, saying, "No, it's too hot. Don't touch it, sweetie." Eventually, he just didn't let go of my hand. I struggled for a few moments as we were walking into the square. I didn't need the people I had yet to meet begin to call me 'Reiter's Little Something from the City' or something like that. But I got tired out, and we walked into the square hand-in-hand, as embarrassing as it was.

"The scar isn't bad," he whispered into my ear.

"You also said I looked good," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "Obviously, Healers are meant to calm people's emotions with their smooth talk and lies, as well as heal people's physical states with their powers." That couldn't have been a lie. There was no way I had looked good. My brown hair was tangled, some of it stuck in the bloody mess of a scar (which, the Healer told me, would take another week or so of healing processes to fix - apparently 'Wolf Wounds' have some sort of magical-blah-blah-ness to them or something that makes them difficult to fix, or whatever. But I'm not bitter about it. Not. At. All.), and I looked white as a ghost and as tired as a zombie from all that I had been through. If the people had gotten a good look at me, I'm sure they all would have switched my name to their papers. Thankfully, the Healer said I could hang back and watch from a distance.

I stopped walking when we got to the back of the crowd. He nodded and settled down. I sighed and followed suit, sitting in the soft grass. The Mayor, with his top hat on the side of the fountain, was waiting patiently. But he looked nervous. Who could blame him after their last failure where an Innocent had died. Kasey... The memory of his bloody face, no longer recognizable after the shot went through his head and I shut my eyes tight and refused to allow myself to break down.

"You okay?" the Healer asked as he stood up. I nodded and rubbed my eyes, then yawned to feign tiredness. "I'll be right back, have to put my vote in." He walked away with a slip in his hand, and I leaned back to enjoy a moment alone.

But apparently (wait for it - here comes another thing that annoys me), some people didn't understand the objective of closing your eyes and laying in the cool, jade grass. "That's the new girl," someone whispered. I turned my head and furrowed my eyebrows, barely listening to the audible voices around me.

"I hear she's an outcast of the wolves," someone else added.

"Yeah, she was part of the tribe but tried to go solo and they attacked her."

"Look! I see her scar!"

"Why would the Mayor allow this beast into our village!?"

"And she came right after the ec-"

"Shut up! We shouldn't talk about that... Not here..."

I jumped up, suddenly enraged. "What the hell are you idiots staring at?" I yelled, and the ones who hadn't been looking sure as hell were now. "What, do you want to throw some apples or your darn cards at me or something? I'm not a gosh darned werewolf. I'm a traveler from the city. If you believe this scar is from me being disloyal to my pack, then you're one dumb intercourse . I was attacked by a ruthless being. I survived, and I should be a symbol of... of god-intercourse ing-darn Hope. Not this bullpoop you guys are talking about. I met the Black Wolf. Face-to-face. And I survived. If you guys think I'm some sort of wolf with teeth and fangs, then go ahead and vote for me. Waste another day. See if I give a flying intercourse ."

There was silence after my speech. It was basically me standing there, probably giving the angriest, most wolf-ish look in the world, standing there and convincing every last person there that I was indeed a wolf, when suddenly, I heard clapping. I scanned the crowd, looking for the source, when I saw the man who had stood on the stage yesterday, giving a compelling speech to the crowd: Jade.

"That," he said, a smile on his face, "was a great speech. Now, I've done a speech or two to be proud of. But you have heart. And courage, I may add. You stood before a group of people, openly spouting rumors about you, and you faced Death itself- for these people can surely choose your fate if they so wish- and you talked right back. I am thoroughly impressed, Miss."

"Yeah well, instinct, I guess," I muttered, scratching my head and sitting back down. My face was red by now and I began looking at the ground and picking at the grass.

"And I can vouch for her," called the Healer from the water fountain. "After her attack she was brought back to my place where she was supervised by me the entire night. She did not transform. And as you know, they do not transform at will. They transform when the moon reaches its greatest height in the sky. Whether they like it or not." He glanced at Jade, who was looking down, holding onto his right shoulder with his left hand.

"That's right, Reiter," Jade replied. "You are very right." The two made their way toward each other, and after a long pause, shook hands. Then, awkwardly, they made their way back to their seats.

"Thanks," I said to the Healer, still red.

"What happened to not wanting attention drawn towards you?" he asked in his harsh voice, but his smile made up for it, and I smiled back.

"W-Well," the Mayor said, coughing. "I think we've had enough speeches for one day, so I'm just going to go ahead with the vote. Let me just tally these things up... Hm, not that many votes this time around. And you were given extra time, too. Ah well. Let's see here... Oh." He looked out into the audience, his eyes rather wide and his face falling. The news didn't look good.

"B-Bolton... Bolton Hadley," the Mayor called. No one moved, nothing happened. "Bolton Hadley! Goddarn it, Tom! B-Bring Bolton up!"

There was a rustle of movement and the Hunter grabbed Hadley's arm. But then he let go. "No," the Hunter said. "No, I won't."

"You have to," the Mayor replied. "It's the code."

"Fuck the code."

"Tom," Hadley whispered. "It's the code. I have to."

"Bolton," the Hunter, who I was starting to realize was named Tom, "I'll hold them off. Run!" Tom turned around to face the crowd, taking his gun out. A few people screamed and scattered, but Bolton did not move.

"It is my fate to die tonight," he said quietly. Tom seemed to be frozen in place, he pulled his hat farther down on his head, still in a stance ready to shoot anyone at any time. But Bolton pulled the gun away, slowly but steadily. "Goodbye, Tom. Remember what we've been fighting for. Remember everything we've found out. You can do this, I know you can." And then he took the revolver and brought it level to his own head. He stared right down into the blackness of the revolver, his face blank, almost tranquil, as he waited for death to come.

And then he pulled the trigger.

I did not watch as Bolton Hadley, the Tracker, shot himself square between the forehead. I did not watch as Tom, the Hunter, cried out in painful shock and run to his friend. I did not watch as the others began getting up and walking away, muttering about another unsuccessful gathering. I did not watch as someone took my hand and led me away. I did not watch where we were going. I did not watch the tears roll down my face. I did not watch.

I knew that one. I knew his name. I knew his profession. I could have told any one of them he was not the one they were looking for. I knew.

I went to bed in Reiter's house that night. Although sleep did not come. The tears came, but sleep did not. I sat there in silence, allowing the tears to roll down my cheek. I did not watch a man die tonight, and yet I saw his death only too clearly in my mind. Closing my eyes only made his face, bloodied and misshapen with a gaping hole in the center and his binoculars hanging off of his neck, come to my mind only too easily. It was like Kasey, only with Bolton Hadley's body.

The tears were still rolling as I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

**Bolton Hadley AKA RedSox has been shot. He was the Tracker. May he rest in peace in the Gladys Village Cemetery. Night Phase starts now. It's the Waxing Moon. Night Phase ends Wednesday around 5 PM Eastern.**[/spoiler]

[SkyMyl]

Goddangit.

[Dark Dragon]

0_0.

how in the world?

[The Riddler]

Fuck me.