Fic: An American Werewolf in Denver [9/11] (Mag7:ATF/An American Werewolf in London/Paris, 14A)
Title: An American Werewolf in Denver [9/11]
Author: Sparrow
Fandom: Magnificent Seven: ATF and An American Werewolf in London/Paris
Characters: JD Dunne, Casey Wells, Maddie Stokes, Kate Stokes, Del Spivak, Garber, Kirkland, Chris Larabee, Nathan Jackson, Ezra Standish, Josiah Sanchez, Buck Wilmington, Vin Tanner and various OC characters
Rating: 14A
Disclaimer: I do not own Magnificent Seven: ATF and An American Werewolf in London/Paris. Any poems or songs used in this fanfic belong to their respective creators.
Warnings: Secondary Character death, mentions of off screen sex (het), minor wolf dominance/submission in human form, captives held in chains, a woman roughed around in an interrogation room, OC Character death, some slight graphic descriptions of gore
Summary: JD Dunne undergoes some changes when attacked by a strange creature on a full moon night. Confused about what’s happening to him, can he trust Team Seven to help him through it all? Or will outside influences turn him against his friends and brothers.
Author’s Note: I just wanna say a huge thanks to bookaddict43 for the last minute step in as my beta and also being my artist! Yay! Written for the first Magnificent Seven Big Bang (mag7bigbang), this was a challenge and a half to get this all written out and I just want to say thank you for the encouragement and support of my friends while I was getting this out - you know who you are. I hope all my warnings are appropriate and if you feel I’ve missed anything, feel free to point it out and I’ll be happy to add it to the list. :) Enjoy!
The caribou feeds the wolf, but it is the wolf who keeps the caribou strong. -Keewation (Inuit) Proverb
Ezra stood in the warehouse under his assumed name, Rod Foster. Rod had a history of getting things done and moving merchandise quickly.
His hair had been shorn short and he had some stubble on his chin. He felt slightly uncomfortable in the worn out jeans and work boots with a t-shirt and flannel shirt. But he didn’t let his discomfort shown.
He and his contact, Deven Hill, were waiting for a man called Kirkland to show up.
Intel indicated that Kirkland was the primary mover for Del Spivak. He was the driver for most of the gun running jobs and picking up of the merchandise before a big heist.
“Kirkland should be here any minute now, Standish,” Deven said, wiping sweat off his brow.
“It’s Foster,” Ezra growled at him and took a step forward. “Remember that, Hill.”
Deven swallowed and nodded that he understood as he took a step back.
Rod Foster was a hard ass son of a bitch. Ezra let a bit of a smirk slid across his lips; he’d gotten most of the inspiration from Chris.
Ezra could only hope that whatever happened tonight, he’d be able to have access to the site where JD was and a rescue could be mounted right away. He needed to gain the group’s trust quickly and fast.
A banging on the side door startled him out of his thoughts.
“HILL! OPEN UP!!”
“That’s them,” Deven murmured and the duo moved to open the large metal side door for Kirkland.
Using the chains on the side, the door was quickly pulled up and the small delivery truck pulled in. The metal door was quickly shut.
Two men jumped out of the truck. One was weaselly looking and the other was taller and his eyes kept scanning the room.
“Who’s the new fella?” The weaselly one asked and Ezra looked at him.
This was Kirkland. Ezra thought.
“This is Rod Foster,” Deven said as he started to help unload a couple of boxes. “He’s one of my investors and wanted to see where his merchandise was going.”
“I don’t like new comers,” The taller one growled.
“I’m not new to the scene,” Ezra grunted out.
The taller one was called Garber. Ezra recalled from the pictures in Kate’s folder.
“Maybe, but I don’t like the smell of you,” Garber said as his nostrils flared, taking a step towards Ezra.
Ezra took a step forward, a defiant look in his face. “You don’t have to like the smell of me, but I am the one supplying the merchandise to you. Hill’s just a middleman.” He took another step forward so he was in Garber’s personal space. “Maybe I just wanted assurance that my merchandise was going to the proper people.”
Garber ducked his head a little at the power that Ezra was showing and then he grinned to Ezra’s surprise.
Laughing, he slapped Ezra on the back. “Man, you got some brass balls there.”
Ezra smirked. “In this line of work, you have to have them.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Kirkland muttered.
“You say somethin’ runt?” Garber grunted at Kirkland.
“No.”
The supplies were loaded up quickly and money was exchanged. Hill thanked them all for the business and left the warehouse quickly, leaving only Ezra, Garber and Kirkland there.
“Now that the middleman has left, let’s let the big boys do business,” Ezra stated as he looked at Kirkland and Garber. “I wanna meet the man in charge.” He held out a wad of crash to the two. “People talk and people are talking you’re the group who does gun running before the full moon. They’ve been calling you the ‘Bad Moon Gang’.”
“Really?” Kirkland asked eyes wide and then he elbowed Garber. “Didja hear that Garber?”
“I heard it,” Garber replied back and slapped Kirkland upside the head. “Settle down.”
Kirkland whimpered, a canine sound escaping his lips.
“I like you, Foster, yer straight up,” Garber said and then he stepped forward, grabbing the cash and pocketing it. “But there’s something about you that has my instincts screaming.”
Ezra let his eyes go cold and flat. “Maybe it’s because you recognize a fellow predator.”
“Garber!” Kirkland hissed. “He don’t smell like any…”
“Shut it, Kirkland,” Garber growled at him and then turned his attention back to Ezra. “So you wanna meet the man in charge, huh? I guess we can accommodate your request.” He indicated at Kirkland with his head. “Blindfold him.”
Kirkland giggled as he grabbed a small black bag out of the back of the truck. “Where we’re going, you don’t need to see no roads.”
Garber grabbed Ezra’s arms and manipulated them behind his back and tied them together with a garbage tie. Kirkland stepped forward and placed the black bag over Ezra’s head.
“Just some insurance, Foster,” Garber said in Ezra’s ear.
Ezra was in total darkness. He couldn’t see anything. He felt himself being picked up and tossed forward. He landed with a thud on a metal floor and he heard a grinding sound as he realized a door was being shut.
Vibrations shook the floor and he felt what he assumed was the truck move. He had managed to get up to a sitting position was leaning against one of the boxes.
He lost all sense of time inside the truck and it felt like they hit every possible pot hole in the city.
Sooner than he expected, he felt the van rumble to a stop and a banging sound, signaling doors being closed. A high pitched whining sound reached Ezra’s ears and the back door was opened.
Hands grabbed at his arms and he stilled the response to struggle. He felt his backside hit the ground hard and he stifled his yelped.
Grabbed again, he was hauled to his feet, the bag ripped free from his head and the tie surrounding his hands was cut loose.
Blinking and looking around, he realized the sun was setting and the camp was set up exactly how they saw in the videos. Campers in a circle with a few tents and a cabin off to the side.
Rubbing his wrists, he turned his attention back to Garber and Kirkland.
“C’mon, the boss will want to meet ya,” Garber stated and started to walk towards the cabin.
Following the taller man to the cabin, Ezra kept an eye open for any sign of JD.
C’mon, JD! Where are you? Ezra thought as he was led inside of the cabin. Looking around, he was drawn to Del Spivak and Maddie Stokes on the bed, cuddled up to one another in what looked like post coital bliss.
Garber was kneeling at the side of the bed, next to Del Spivak, who was running his hand through Garber’s black hair.
“And what did you bring us, Garber?” Del asked.
“Rod Foster, one of Hill’s suppliers,” Garber replied back and Ezra could see the man leaning into the touch.
What the hell? Ezra thought. What kind of rabbit hole did he just fall into?
All three of them turned their eyes to watch Ezra and Ezra felt like one of those rabbits being watched by a pack of hungry wolves in a nature documentary.
“Wanted an in to the ‘Bad Moon Gang’ and thought I could provide a more person to person type of business,” Ezra explained.
“Eliminate the middleman so to speak,” Del said, tilting his head to the side, nostrils flaring.
“Deven Hill is a good middleman, but with us doing business this way, it runs more smoothly and less of a pay cut for both of us.”
“Perhaps,” Del grinned and it was all teeth. “What do you think, Maddie?”
“I think…” Maddie began as she untangled herself from Del’s grasp and slid out from under the covers. She made her way over to Ezra, completely naked as she circled him. “I smell a dirty liar.” She snapped her teeth at him and Ezra subtly flinched.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Ezra stated evenly.
“I think you do,” Maddie sing-songed. She grabbed a handful of the flannel and inhaled deeply. “He smells like the cub.”
What did they mean by the cub? He had borrowed the flannel shirt from JD a while ago…by cub did they mean JD? Could they smell JD on him somehow?
“He smelled suspicious and like lies, Alpha,” Garber said to Del.
“You did well, Beta,” Del praised Garber and then looked at Maddie. “What do you think, my dear?”
“I think he’ll make an excellent first meal for our little cub,” Maddie cackled.
To Ezra it was the cackle of a demented mad woman. “You’re mad.”
Brown eyes bore into Ezra’s green ones. “Maybe, but I’m still pretty.”
Del then looked at Ezra. “I’d run if I were you, you got Maddie all worked up and she needs to run off some energy.”
Green eyes looked at the naked form of Maddie Stokes and to Ezra’s horror her form was changing! Stumbling back, Ezra tried to make for the door of the cabin before he was tackled from behind and his head hit the floor hard.
A low growl sounded in his ears as he was flipped to his back and he came face to face with a large honey coloured wolf, eyes glowing amber. The sudden movement had blackness and stars dancing in his eyes.
“First two days, we’ll starve the cub and then on the third day,” Ezra heard Del say.
“The cub will have a tasty meal!” Garber finished.
He slid into unconscious to the sounds of growling and cackling.
END PART 9.
Part 8 // Part 10
Author: Sparrow
Fandom: Magnificent Seven: ATF and An American Werewolf in London/Paris
Characters: JD Dunne, Casey Wells, Maddie Stokes, Kate Stokes, Del Spivak, Garber, Kirkland, Chris Larabee, Nathan Jackson, Ezra Standish, Josiah Sanchez, Buck Wilmington, Vin Tanner and various OC characters
Rating: 14A
Disclaimer: I do not own Magnificent Seven: ATF and An American Werewolf in London/Paris. Any poems or songs used in this fanfic belong to their respective creators.
Warnings: Secondary Character death, mentions of off screen sex (het), minor wolf dominance/submission in human form, captives held in chains, a woman roughed around in an interrogation room, OC Character death, some slight graphic descriptions of gore
Summary: JD Dunne undergoes some changes when attacked by a strange creature on a full moon night. Confused about what’s happening to him, can he trust Team Seven to help him through it all? Or will outside influences turn him against his friends and brothers.
Author’s Note: I just wanna say a huge thanks to bookaddict43 for the last minute step in as my beta and also being my artist! Yay! Written for the first Magnificent Seven Big Bang (mag7bigbang), this was a challenge and a half to get this all written out and I just want to say thank you for the encouragement and support of my friends while I was getting this out - you know who you are. I hope all my warnings are appropriate and if you feel I’ve missed anything, feel free to point it out and I’ll be happy to add it to the list. :) Enjoy!
The caribou feeds the wolf, but it is the wolf who keeps the caribou strong. -Keewation (Inuit) Proverb
Ezra stood in the warehouse under his assumed name, Rod Foster. Rod had a history of getting things done and moving merchandise quickly.
His hair had been shorn short and he had some stubble on his chin. He felt slightly uncomfortable in the worn out jeans and work boots with a t-shirt and flannel shirt. But he didn’t let his discomfort shown.
He and his contact, Deven Hill, were waiting for a man called Kirkland to show up.
Intel indicated that Kirkland was the primary mover for Del Spivak. He was the driver for most of the gun running jobs and picking up of the merchandise before a big heist.
“Kirkland should be here any minute now, Standish,” Deven said, wiping sweat off his brow.
“It’s Foster,” Ezra growled at him and took a step forward. “Remember that, Hill.”
Deven swallowed and nodded that he understood as he took a step back.
Rod Foster was a hard ass son of a bitch. Ezra let a bit of a smirk slid across his lips; he’d gotten most of the inspiration from Chris.
Ezra could only hope that whatever happened tonight, he’d be able to have access to the site where JD was and a rescue could be mounted right away. He needed to gain the group’s trust quickly and fast.
A banging on the side door startled him out of his thoughts.
“HILL! OPEN UP!!”
“That’s them,” Deven murmured and the duo moved to open the large metal side door for Kirkland.
Using the chains on the side, the door was quickly pulled up and the small delivery truck pulled in. The metal door was quickly shut.
Two men jumped out of the truck. One was weaselly looking and the other was taller and his eyes kept scanning the room.
“Who’s the new fella?” The weaselly one asked and Ezra looked at him.
This was Kirkland. Ezra thought.
“This is Rod Foster,” Deven said as he started to help unload a couple of boxes. “He’s one of my investors and wanted to see where his merchandise was going.”
“I don’t like new comers,” The taller one growled.
“I’m not new to the scene,” Ezra grunted out.
The taller one was called Garber. Ezra recalled from the pictures in Kate’s folder.
“Maybe, but I don’t like the smell of you,” Garber said as his nostrils flared, taking a step towards Ezra.
Ezra took a step forward, a defiant look in his face. “You don’t have to like the smell of me, but I am the one supplying the merchandise to you. Hill’s just a middleman.” He took another step forward so he was in Garber’s personal space. “Maybe I just wanted assurance that my merchandise was going to the proper people.”
Garber ducked his head a little at the power that Ezra was showing and then he grinned to Ezra’s surprise.
Laughing, he slapped Ezra on the back. “Man, you got some brass balls there.”
Ezra smirked. “In this line of work, you have to have them.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Kirkland muttered.
“You say somethin’ runt?” Garber grunted at Kirkland.
“No.”
The supplies were loaded up quickly and money was exchanged. Hill thanked them all for the business and left the warehouse quickly, leaving only Ezra, Garber and Kirkland there.
“Now that the middleman has left, let’s let the big boys do business,” Ezra stated as he looked at Kirkland and Garber. “I wanna meet the man in charge.” He held out a wad of crash to the two. “People talk and people are talking you’re the group who does gun running before the full moon. They’ve been calling you the ‘Bad Moon Gang’.”
“Really?” Kirkland asked eyes wide and then he elbowed Garber. “Didja hear that Garber?”
“I heard it,” Garber replied back and slapped Kirkland upside the head. “Settle down.”
Kirkland whimpered, a canine sound escaping his lips.
“I like you, Foster, yer straight up,” Garber said and then he stepped forward, grabbing the cash and pocketing it. “But there’s something about you that has my instincts screaming.”
Ezra let his eyes go cold and flat. “Maybe it’s because you recognize a fellow predator.”
“Garber!” Kirkland hissed. “He don’t smell like any…”
“Shut it, Kirkland,” Garber growled at him and then turned his attention back to Ezra. “So you wanna meet the man in charge, huh? I guess we can accommodate your request.” He indicated at Kirkland with his head. “Blindfold him.”
Kirkland giggled as he grabbed a small black bag out of the back of the truck. “Where we’re going, you don’t need to see no roads.”
Garber grabbed Ezra’s arms and manipulated them behind his back and tied them together with a garbage tie. Kirkland stepped forward and placed the black bag over Ezra’s head.
“Just some insurance, Foster,” Garber said in Ezra’s ear.
Ezra was in total darkness. He couldn’t see anything. He felt himself being picked up and tossed forward. He landed with a thud on a metal floor and he heard a grinding sound as he realized a door was being shut.
Vibrations shook the floor and he felt what he assumed was the truck move. He had managed to get up to a sitting position was leaning against one of the boxes.
He lost all sense of time inside the truck and it felt like they hit every possible pot hole in the city.
Sooner than he expected, he felt the van rumble to a stop and a banging sound, signaling doors being closed. A high pitched whining sound reached Ezra’s ears and the back door was opened.
Hands grabbed at his arms and he stilled the response to struggle. He felt his backside hit the ground hard and he stifled his yelped.
Grabbed again, he was hauled to his feet, the bag ripped free from his head and the tie surrounding his hands was cut loose.
Blinking and looking around, he realized the sun was setting and the camp was set up exactly how they saw in the videos. Campers in a circle with a few tents and a cabin off to the side.
Rubbing his wrists, he turned his attention back to Garber and Kirkland.
“C’mon, the boss will want to meet ya,” Garber stated and started to walk towards the cabin.
Following the taller man to the cabin, Ezra kept an eye open for any sign of JD.
C’mon, JD! Where are you? Ezra thought as he was led inside of the cabin. Looking around, he was drawn to Del Spivak and Maddie Stokes on the bed, cuddled up to one another in what looked like post coital bliss.
Garber was kneeling at the side of the bed, next to Del Spivak, who was running his hand through Garber’s black hair.
“And what did you bring us, Garber?” Del asked.
“Rod Foster, one of Hill’s suppliers,” Garber replied back and Ezra could see the man leaning into the touch.
What the hell? Ezra thought. What kind of rabbit hole did he just fall into?
All three of them turned their eyes to watch Ezra and Ezra felt like one of those rabbits being watched by a pack of hungry wolves in a nature documentary.
“Wanted an in to the ‘Bad Moon Gang’ and thought I could provide a more person to person type of business,” Ezra explained.
“Eliminate the middleman so to speak,” Del said, tilting his head to the side, nostrils flaring.
“Deven Hill is a good middleman, but with us doing business this way, it runs more smoothly and less of a pay cut for both of us.”
“Perhaps,” Del grinned and it was all teeth. “What do you think, Maddie?”
“I think…” Maddie began as she untangled herself from Del’s grasp and slid out from under the covers. She made her way over to Ezra, completely naked as she circled him. “I smell a dirty liar.” She snapped her teeth at him and Ezra subtly flinched.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Ezra stated evenly.
“I think you do,” Maddie sing-songed. She grabbed a handful of the flannel and inhaled deeply. “He smells like the cub.”
What did they mean by the cub? He had borrowed the flannel shirt from JD a while ago…by cub did they mean JD? Could they smell JD on him somehow?
“He smelled suspicious and like lies, Alpha,” Garber said to Del.
“You did well, Beta,” Del praised Garber and then looked at Maddie. “What do you think, my dear?”
“I think he’ll make an excellent first meal for our little cub,” Maddie cackled.
To Ezra it was the cackle of a demented mad woman. “You’re mad.”
Brown eyes bore into Ezra’s green ones. “Maybe, but I’m still pretty.”
Del then looked at Ezra. “I’d run if I were you, you got Maddie all worked up and she needs to run off some energy.”
Green eyes looked at the naked form of Maddie Stokes and to Ezra’s horror her form was changing! Stumbling back, Ezra tried to make for the door of the cabin before he was tackled from behind and his head hit the floor hard.
A low growl sounded in his ears as he was flipped to his back and he came face to face with a large honey coloured wolf, eyes glowing amber. The sudden movement had blackness and stars dancing in his eyes.
“First two days, we’ll starve the cub and then on the third day,” Ezra heard Del say.
“The cub will have a tasty meal!” Garber finished.
He slid into unconscious to the sounds of growling and cackling.
END PART 9.
Part 8 // Part 10