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Posted by Moon Knight
on 1/13/2009, 7:47 am, in reply to "Bad Moon Rising Epilogue/Children of the Grave Prologue"
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The rumble of the engine rolled through the fog that accompanied the full moon in the night sky before the driver killed the engine and headlights, letting the car drift to a stop outside the chain link fence.
The two occupants exited closing the doors as quietly as they could before moving around to the trunk. The driver the shorter of the two popped the trunk open and brought out a small sawed off pump shotgun.
“I don’t know about this Dean.”
“What are you talking about Sammy?” Dean Winchester handed a nickel plated pistol to his brother. “This is as a simple of hunt you can ask for.”
“Zombies Dean? Really?” Sam Winchester looked through the fence at the abandoned warehouse and factory that lay beyond it. “Are we talking Night of the Living Dead type?”
“Hey I’m hoping for more the Weekend at Bernie’s type.” Dean slid a pistol into his waist band, followed by a knife onto his hip before he checked the load on his shotgun with a smile. “But I’m bringing enough load for the Night of Living Dead type.”
“Any idea who’s behind them?” Sam stepped to the fence and pulled it back as Dean used bolt cutters to cut through the chain links until there was room for them to squeeze through.
“Well given there aren’t any signs around here I’d guess maybe some dumb punk kid who got a little too heavy into the Necronomicon that he bought from the local Barnes & Noble. But you never know.”
They made their way through the fence and to the side of the warehouse. The window stood open above them. Dean crouched down and put his hands together for a boost. “Okay up ya go Sammy.”
“Me? Why do you want me to go in first?”
“You’re the tallest and can help pull me up after you get in.” Dean motioned with his hands again to step in for the boost up. “I look like an idiot here Sammy don’t leave me hangin’.”
“Fine, but next time you go in first.” Sam stepped into his brothers hands and was lifted up until he could pull himself up toward and into the window. He managed to fall through with as little noise as possible. He stood and noticed there was a white powder spread across his chest and thighs. “Uh oh.”
From the darkness a low growl began to emit. Sam whispered under his breath. ”Dean.”
Dean jumped up and pulled himself to where he could look through the window.
The large werewolf towered over Sammy and he saw a line of drool sliding from between its teeth. “Silver! Dean, silver!”
Dean dropped from the window sill and ran to the Impala popping the trunk as he listened to his brother yelling which was quickly covered by the throaty howl of the werewolf. He slammed the new magazine loaded with silver bullets into his pistol and racked a fresh round into the chamber as he ran back to the wall. “Down Sammy! Down!”
Dean counted to two then squeezed off six of his fifteen silver bullets through the thin sheet metal wall. A howl of pain met his ears as he leapt back to the window. His face met that of the werewolf as it leapt toward him tearing through the window, knocking him backward. They landed in a lump before the werewolf leapt from Dean and over the fence with one jump.
Dean rolled and fired the remainder of his magazine at the fleeing werewolf but it barely stumbled and continued into the wilds of Long Island. “Dammit!”
“Dean!” Sam pulled himself through the window clutching his injured arm as he stood got to his feet.
Dean ran to his brother and helped him to the Impala. “You okay Sammy? Did it bite you?”
“No I got caught on a jagged piece of metal in there.” Sam looked at his brother. “I think I know who’s behind the zombies.”
“Zombies? Who cares about that. We have a genuine werewolf on our hands again Sammy and this ones a tough sonovab###h…I know I hit it in the heart as it was leaving. It should have went down.”
“Dean…” Sam pointed at his shirt. “this is High John root. We’ve got a voodoo priest on our hands too.”
Dean reached out and tasted the white powder. “You’re right but it could still be some stupid kid who spent to much time at Mardi Gras. I’m going after the wolf.”
“I don’t think some stupid kid would be strong enough to bind a werewolf do you?” Sam wrapped his arm with a bandage from the trunk.
“Listen Sammy you’re probably right I mean you normally are but we’ve already made enough noise to wake the dead--” Dean shrugged at his brothers look at the joke. “and we can’t let that thing run around. How many others could it infect? Besides we already know which ways its going not to mention how to kill it.”
Sam looked as if he was going to arguethe point until the howl of the werewolf sounded from deep within the trees, drawing their attention that way.
"Okay Dean. Werewolf it is...but we're coming back here as soon as its dead."
Steve escorted Marlene to the door and swiped his access card. “You sure you don’t need me to take you home to freshen up?”
“Thank you no. I’ll be fine.” Marlene smiled and stepped through the doorway and turned to see the empty bed beneath the florescent lights. She let out a scream and Steve was surprised enough that he charged past her expecting an attack.
The bed lay empty and all of Moon Knight’s gear was missing as was the medical bay access card. Captain America heard the grating of the hanger bay doors opening and he moved to run but was taken aback by Marlene who stood there sobbing.
She fell into his arms and released a cry of anguish. Her sobs increased in length when she realized she had no more tears to cry.
-TBC-
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