We Could Be Heroes (12/?)
* * *
“Huh, it’s a guy,” was the first thing Edgar heard when he came too. “And damn lookit that…”
Something was thrown over him, covering him, and he heard a male voice scold the female, “F- Di, you’ll make me jealous.”
There was a rich, husky laugh at that then the woman stated, “Oh, that’s the point, X. I get yah all worked up and…well, y’know.”
“You are an evil, evil woman.”
Footsteps crossed the floor then and Edgar felt a boot in his ribs, gently nudging a sore spot.
“Wake up,” growled the man. “We’ve got a few questions for you.”
At that, he opened one eye and saw the ‘man’ wasn’t anything more than a teenager! And the husky-voiced woman was gorgeous but she had to be younger than the teen.
But they didn’t move like teenagers…
They moved like predators.
Smelled like predators.
His mind, still half between human and wolf, freaked and he hurriedly sat up, shoving himself away from the pair. Even as all werewolf and with his control lost, he’d probably have been afraid of these two.
“Wh-what do you want?” he asked whilst wondering why he felt like he had mothballs in his mouth. As well as why his throat and thigh hurt like hell.
“Answers,” replied the boy. He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, which caused Edgar to take note of his surrounding and realize he was in a motel room. “I’m Alex, this is Di.”
Edgar blinked then said, “E-Edgar Watson. I…” He then looked down at his hands and cringed at the sight of blood. “Oh God, I got loose again…”
He saw movement and noticed the pair relaxing, the coldness that had been in the boy’s eyes fading. The amount of warmth that replaced it was a strange contrast.
“Glad to know you didn’t do that deliberately,” Alex said quickly. “And, yeah, you did kill a few people.”
“Oh God…”
“One was trying to kill yah though,” piped the girl, Di. “Not sure if you count that as a good thing though.”
“Kill me?” questioned Edgar. “Who?”
Alex sighed and said, “Three werewolf hunters. Actually poachers is a better word for what they did.” He reached for something on the bed behind him and tossed it at Edgar’s feet. The werewolf pushed himself away from it and his still sensitive nose smelled the old blood.
“Wolf teeth,” he breathed. “Jesus…” He then looked at the pair and asked, “Why did you save me?”
Di smiled as Alex spread his hands wide, saying, “We had a friend - most monosybillic guy you’ll ever meet - who was a werewolf. So we know that there’s good people underneath all that fur.”
Edgar nodded slowly, happy to actually be alive once more even though he was tearing himself up for killing people again. Obviously he was still doing something wrong since he kept getting out. Apparently a decade of transforming hadn’t taught him how to make a good cage to hold himself yet.
That’s what he got for going into writing instead of construction.
“Th-thanks,” he stammered. Then he frowned and asked, “What about the other two? You mentioned there were three…”
“We took care of ‘em,” stated Di in a voice that didn’t brook any argument or any questions.
Edgar blinked at that then found himself staring at Alex as the boy leaned forward.
“So…how about we help you figure out how to not kill people every full moon?”
It wasn’t a cure being offered - Edgar knew that was impossible from years of looking. But somehow he had the feeling that these two kids that had to be two decades younger than him could help him.
“That’d be wonderful,” he managed to say as a smile came onto his face.
* * *
“How did you think of this?” asked Edgar as he stared at the contraption Alex had put together over the past month in his basement. It was all made of wood but was strong and stout…something a werewolf would have a tough time breaking through. And there were several layers to it, the strength of the wood heightened by the overlay.
“Oh,” replied the teenager airily as he dusted off his hands, “I’ve picked up a few things here and there.”
Edgar eyed him and said slowly, “Alex…I’m well aware that you can’t be anymore than nineteen. No one your age could know how to construct something like this.”
Hazel eyes regarded him warily then he was shocked as the teenager spilled the story of a Halloween possession and memories of an assassin.
“An assassin knew how to build?”
“They had all sorts of contraptions built around their base,” explained Alex. “All the apprentices learned of them and how they were built as well as used. Just in case one ever broke when they were on it or near, they could consider which way to jump if need be or how to quickly repair it if possible.” He waved at the cage in front of them, adding, “This was a design he remembered seeing once, not something ever actually built. At least not that he knew of.”
“What was it for?” asked Edgar, shocked he believed the story. But he was a werewolf after all, so why shouldn’t he believe this?
“Holding prisoners without a chance of them escaping.”
The man nodded slowly then turned to look at the teenager and said, “So, you trained yourself from the memories of this assassin, I take it…”
“Yup,” replied Alex.
“So what’s Di?”
Alex grinned and asked, “Di’s something else. You ever heard of the Slayer?”
Edgar blinked then nodded slowly.
“She’s a Slayer. I actually saved another Slayer - resuscitated her after she drowned - and accidentally started a second line. Or that’s what we always have said.” Alex scratched the back of his neck as he continued, “I more think its along the lines of my bringing her back just let her keep the power but the real kaboom behind being a Slayer went on to the next girl then Di when she was Called.”
“So…there are two Slayer’s but one is sort of a false one whilst the other - Di - is the real deal.”
“That’s what I think. Beats me if it’s true.” Alex shrugged then said, “Anyway, lemme show you how this baby works. Its really kinda cool for the time it was designed…”
Edgar smiled and followed the teen forward towards the contraption, listening raptly to his explanation and mentally taking notes.
As well as deciding if these kids needed anything, he’d do whatever he could for them.
After all…they’d given him his life back.
“Huh, it’s a guy,” was the first thing Edgar heard when he came too. “And damn lookit that…”
Something was thrown over him, covering him, and he heard a male voice scold the female, “F- Di, you’ll make me jealous.”
There was a rich, husky laugh at that then the woman stated, “Oh, that’s the point, X. I get yah all worked up and…well, y’know.”
“You are an evil, evil woman.”
Footsteps crossed the floor then and Edgar felt a boot in his ribs, gently nudging a sore spot.
“Wake up,” growled the man. “We’ve got a few questions for you.”
At that, he opened one eye and saw the ‘man’ wasn’t anything more than a teenager! And the husky-voiced woman was gorgeous but she had to be younger than the teen.
But they didn’t move like teenagers…
They moved like predators.
Smelled like predators.
His mind, still half between human and wolf, freaked and he hurriedly sat up, shoving himself away from the pair. Even as all werewolf and with his control lost, he’d probably have been afraid of these two.
“Wh-what do you want?” he asked whilst wondering why he felt like he had mothballs in his mouth. As well as why his throat and thigh hurt like hell.
“Answers,” replied the boy. He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, which caused Edgar to take note of his surrounding and realize he was in a motel room. “I’m Alex, this is Di.”
Edgar blinked then said, “E-Edgar Watson. I…” He then looked down at his hands and cringed at the sight of blood. “Oh God, I got loose again…”
He saw movement and noticed the pair relaxing, the coldness that had been in the boy’s eyes fading. The amount of warmth that replaced it was a strange contrast.
“Glad to know you didn’t do that deliberately,” Alex said quickly. “And, yeah, you did kill a few people.”
“Oh God…”
“One was trying to kill yah though,” piped the girl, Di. “Not sure if you count that as a good thing though.”
“Kill me?” questioned Edgar. “Who?”
Alex sighed and said, “Three werewolf hunters. Actually poachers is a better word for what they did.” He reached for something on the bed behind him and tossed it at Edgar’s feet. The werewolf pushed himself away from it and his still sensitive nose smelled the old blood.
“Wolf teeth,” he breathed. “Jesus…” He then looked at the pair and asked, “Why did you save me?”
Di smiled as Alex spread his hands wide, saying, “We had a friend - most monosybillic guy you’ll ever meet - who was a werewolf. So we know that there’s good people underneath all that fur.”
Edgar nodded slowly, happy to actually be alive once more even though he was tearing himself up for killing people again. Obviously he was still doing something wrong since he kept getting out. Apparently a decade of transforming hadn’t taught him how to make a good cage to hold himself yet.
That’s what he got for going into writing instead of construction.
“Th-thanks,” he stammered. Then he frowned and asked, “What about the other two? You mentioned there were three…”
“We took care of ‘em,” stated Di in a voice that didn’t brook any argument or any questions.
Edgar blinked at that then found himself staring at Alex as the boy leaned forward.
“So…how about we help you figure out how to not kill people every full moon?”
It wasn’t a cure being offered - Edgar knew that was impossible from years of looking. But somehow he had the feeling that these two kids that had to be two decades younger than him could help him.
“That’d be wonderful,” he managed to say as a smile came onto his face.
* * *
“How did you think of this?” asked Edgar as he stared at the contraption Alex had put together over the past month in his basement. It was all made of wood but was strong and stout…something a werewolf would have a tough time breaking through. And there were several layers to it, the strength of the wood heightened by the overlay.
“Oh,” replied the teenager airily as he dusted off his hands, “I’ve picked up a few things here and there.”
Edgar eyed him and said slowly, “Alex…I’m well aware that you can’t be anymore than nineteen. No one your age could know how to construct something like this.”
Hazel eyes regarded him warily then he was shocked as the teenager spilled the story of a Halloween possession and memories of an assassin.
“An assassin knew how to build?”
“They had all sorts of contraptions built around their base,” explained Alex. “All the apprentices learned of them and how they were built as well as used. Just in case one ever broke when they were on it or near, they could consider which way to jump if need be or how to quickly repair it if possible.” He waved at the cage in front of them, adding, “This was a design he remembered seeing once, not something ever actually built. At least not that he knew of.”
“What was it for?” asked Edgar, shocked he believed the story. But he was a werewolf after all, so why shouldn’t he believe this?
“Holding prisoners without a chance of them escaping.”
The man nodded slowly then turned to look at the teenager and said, “So, you trained yourself from the memories of this assassin, I take it…”
“Yup,” replied Alex.
“So what’s Di?”
Alex grinned and asked, “Di’s something else. You ever heard of the Slayer?”
Edgar blinked then nodded slowly.
“She’s a Slayer. I actually saved another Slayer - resuscitated her after she drowned - and accidentally started a second line. Or that’s what we always have said.” Alex scratched the back of his neck as he continued, “I more think its along the lines of my bringing her back just let her keep the power but the real kaboom behind being a Slayer went on to the next girl then Di when she was Called.”
“So…there are two Slayer’s but one is sort of a false one whilst the other - Di - is the real deal.”
“That’s what I think. Beats me if it’s true.” Alex shrugged then said, “Anyway, lemme show you how this baby works. Its really kinda cool for the time it was designed…”
Edgar smiled and followed the teen forward towards the contraption, listening raptly to his explanation and mentally taking notes.
As well as deciding if these kids needed anything, he’d do whatever he could for them.
After all…they’d given him his life back.