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"Get me the heck out' a here!" Marc screamed at the top of his lungs as he called upon the fake strength that his adrenaline gave him. Without it he wouldn't have been able to move a muscle.

"Stop running you fool!" Spackle laughed. "If you want the pleasure of being my best slave then stick around and fight!"

He looked behind him and saw the two remaining wolves hot on his trail. He noticed that their eyes were glazed over. Marc figured it was probably from the "Werewolf Serum". What a horrible tool Spackle used to get his revenge. Somehow taking over the minds of three defenseless wolves it the prime of their teen years, just like him.

"Fight like a man!" Spackle said over the P.A. "You're gonna run out of energy sooner or later!"

Marc then remembered the same situation that happened to him at the mall. A grin appeared on his muzzle as his mind was finally working in his favor. He looked around and saw a couple tree roots that breached from the dusty ground. His plan was set.

"...Here goes nothing!" Marc said as he reversed his momentum and went the exact opposite direction. He covered his face with his arms and ran right in between the two dumbfounded wolves. One of them erected his claws and ripped right through Marc's shirt and torso, causing him slight pain. His adrenaline stopped the brunt of it.

"...Interesting?" Spackle said, way up in the box. "He pulled the same move he pulled in the mall?" He poured a test-tube of a glowing green liquid into a clear substance. It reacted and purple smoke poured from the tube. "Gah! Incomplete again!"

He threw the tube against the wall of the box. There was a small explosion and the purple liquid ate through the floor.

"Oh well!" He cackled and went back to his tray of different chemicals as Marc's torture ensued.

"That wasn't so bad..." Marc said panting. He watched as his plan roll into motion. The two brutes ran right by him and headed straight for the roots. There foot-paws were entangled by the lifesaving roots, causing them to trip forward.

One howled as his ankle dislocated from its socket. The root's had literally saved his life. Well so far that is. The other wolf was still kicking. He merely scrapped his knees and was getting up again. He shook his head and crouched down, ready to pounce.

"Oh my God," Marc screamed. "Just give up already!"

***

That cab ride was probably the most awkward situation anyone had ever gone through. In the back sat David, Jason, Tom, and Justin. There seats were only made for three furs, so Justin had to sit on Tom's lap. No clothes came off, but there were a couple giggles that even made David uncomfortable. Jesse was glad he sat in the front and would have found the reactions of the driver hysterical if their situation wasn't so dire.

"There?" Jesse said as he opened his makeshift map. He left the laptop at the hotel, just incase they had to regroup and go back to get their bearings. It also meant they could be a lot stealthier and more agile without the hunk of metal weighing them down.

"...Looks like a church?" David said. "Well... What's left of it anyway?"

"That couldn't be it," Jason said as he crossed his arms. "Why would a lunatic hide in a musty old church?"

"...Lunatic?!" The driver called out. "You guys on some sort of... adventure?"

"Yes, sir." Justin said as he tickled Tom.

"Well judging by my map..." Jesse said as he almost pressed his muzzle to the crinkled paper. "...This is it?"

"Well let's check it out." David said as he opened the door.

"What do we owe ya?" Jason said as he pulled out his wallet.

"43 dollars, please." The driver smiled.

Jason just sighed and grabbed the lot out of his bill-fold. The driver took it and chuckled evilly. "Have fun on your adventure!"

The furs just slammed the doors and perceived what they were up against. The church was barren and run-down looking. Half the stained glass windows were cracked in and covered in dirt. The walls had decrepit vegetation growing along it.

"Shh!" David said as he crouched down. "You here that?"

"...There the husky goes with his hearing again." Tom said as he elbowed Justin.

"No!" David said, holding his paw up for silence. "It sounds like..."

"Like what?" Jason said, taking a step forward.

David just looked around. All his energy was focused on his eardrums. Then he put his ear down to the ground, a look at determination plastered across his face.

"Spackle!" David screamed out. "It's Spackle! He's... below us?"

"What's that bastard saying!" Tom said. He put his paw on David's shoulder as he looked around for something to break the dry, cracked ground. He found 3 rusty shovels

that were leaning up against the wall.

"Help me dig!" David said and beckoned the other to follow.

***

Marc was out of options. His body was exhausted and he had no defense. His shirt was red with blood from his previous injury, and he was having a hard time maintaining his balance. The wolf, however, was still hot on his trail. He could still see, although his vision was blurred, the wolf was advancing slowly on him. He didn't need to exert anymore energy because his prey was already pushed far past his limits.

"Well, Marc old boy," Marc said as he patted his own arm. "You had a good run. Even

though your about to go, you experienced love, you experienced fame, and you experienced friendship. That's all I could really ask for." A tear welled up and matted the fur under his eyes. "I just hope David is just as happy as he is now without me..."

He opened his eyes and the wolf was about 12 feet away. He could see the whites of his eyes and the drool coming from his hungry pallet. He wanted Marc's blood. After losing two of his companions, even in his brainwashed shape, he wanted to feel the euphoria of revenge. Feel its hot bloodbath soak his face as he ripped through the meat of Marc's exhausted body.

The wolf couldn't wait any longer and beckoned all the strength he had into one last final leap.

"Look's like it's over, folks!" Spackle's voice rang over the intercom. "Too bad, Marc. You came so close..." This was followed by another laugh.

Marc's sense of time slowed and finally came to a stop. The wolf, 6 feet away in his

lunge, hung in the air. His sight was blurred out by a white light as he was visited by 7 memories he had stored in the back of his mind. It seemed unreal, and yet so fantastic.

***

They say right before you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. Everything you can remember is displayed right before you, just to see if your life was worth it.

His first vision started when he got his first pair of shoes. They would be able to fit inside his paw. He chuckled as his parents had to hold him down to tie them on his feet. He then got off the couch and started to walk around. After 3 steps he fumbled and fell, crying loudly.

The next vision was when his father left. He saw a younger him bounding down the stairs late at night as his father was stepping out the front door.

"You should be in bed, young one." His father said as he brushed back Marc's head-fur.

"But pops," Marc said in his childish voice. "Where are you going so late at night?"

"I have to go, son..." His father said as he crouched down to hug him. "It's hard for me

to explain, but I have to go away now. You'll understand when you're older."

"But dad," Marc said as he smiled. "I don't want you to go anywhere, so you don't have to." He hugged his father back.

"If only it worked like that..." His dad said. "Now be off to bed. I'll call you as soon as my flight lands."

"But...dad?" Marc said as he watched his father walk out the door. The cold winter's night air ripped through his p.j.'s as he sat on the ground... staring at the door, tears streaming down his furry cheeks. He then got up and put on his winter coat. He stumbled upstairs and went to the windows that lead to the roof. He squeezed through and sat on the highest peak, sobbing to the stars. Since then, the roof was always his get-away.

He was then visited by his third memory, when he was upstairs trying to do his homework. Math homework to be exact. He clutched his phone with his paw as tears of frustration streamed down his cheeks.

"Mom!" He said. "Please come home and help me! I don't understand and it's worth a lot in my class!"

"Oh hon," came his mother's calm voice over the earpiece. "Check online. You know I can't come home. I have work to do."

"I can't check online! I tried!" Marc screamed.

"Well tell your teacher," his mom said. She clearly wasn't paying that much attention.

"I must go, though. Don't forget to cook yourself dinner."

"It's due tomorrow!" Marc screamed. "You're never home to help me! I'm only 11! How am I supposed to do everything on my own, already!"

"...butter's in the fridge, hon." Said his mom. "I'll talk to you soon. Love you."

Marc clenched his teeth and threw his phone to his bed. He then through his school binder behind him and heard a horrid twang.

"Huh...?" Marc said. He accidentally hit his father's guitar he had left behind. It had fallen from its stand and now lay on the floor. He picked it up to see if it was alright, and everything seemed to still be intact. He went to put the acoustic back on its stand, when a sudden urge crossed his mind. He put the guitar across his legs and played around on the fret board before strumming his first strum.

He sat there almost the whole night, just playing around on it. It brought him a sudden new zest for life. It felt... right.

His fourth vision was of what happened that very next day. He had gone to school tired and with his paws ripped open from the unforgiving strings.

"Marc, where is your homework?" said he teacher in an angry tone. "It's due today, and no later."

"...I didn't understand how to do it..." Marc said he his hid the cuts on his paws. "I tried... but I couldn't figure it out."

"Why didn't you ask your parents!" The teacher screamed.

"Because my mother is never home and my father left me when I was 7!" Marc said as his tears welled up.

"I'll have NONE of that in my classroom!" the teacher screamed. "Go to the office at once!"

Marc stepped out of his desk, tail between his legs, and walked to the door. He slammed it shut and walked down the stairs to where the office was. He headed for the door and opened it, closing it quietly behind him. He saw the secretary had left her seat, so he sat with another boy who was sent down. It was a white tiger who looked a little down on his luck as well.

"What did you get sent down for?" he said as he looked over to Marc.

"Didn't do my homework..." Marc said as he got on one of the cushioned chairs and waited.

"Me either!" the tiger said as he laughed. "Homework is boring! I'd rather sit in my room and play around on my brother's bass."

"You play guitar?" Marc said as he clutched his inflamed paws.

"Well I just started like... a week ago." Tom said. "I barely know anything."

"I'm Marc," Marc said as he smiled.

"I'm Tom," the tiger said as he held out his paw. "You wanna play after school?"

"Sure," Marc said. "We can go to my house."

"Ok," Tom gave a big smile. "I'll meet you by the big tree after school?"

"K," Marc said and smiled.

"Marc," the secretary had returned. "The principal is ready to see you now."

"Remember," Tom said. "Big Tree."

"Got it," Marc said. "Right after school."

His fifth vision was of his first band practice. It was also the first time he met Jason and Jesse.

They sat in his basement. Guitar neck in one paw and pick in the other, Marc licked out a couple riffs of their first song as one. They played through it, each fur's own mental rhythm coinciding with one another's. Everything seemed to fit so perfectly. The beat of the drums, the pounding of the bass, the waves of the guitar-strings, the vibration of the vocals. Everything worked.

"We defiantly got it." Marc said as he put down his guitar.

"Yeah, dude." Jason said. "You're a pretty cool cat, yourself, Marc."

Marc brought one eyebrow up at this comment. "Cat...?"

"It's an expression, bud." Jesse said as he patted him on the shoulder. "Got any thing to eat?"

He smiled and brought everyone one up stairs to fix something for them all to stuff themselves on.

His sixth vision was one of the most memorable. He saw himself sitting on his rooftop, crying his eyes out. It was morning, just before school started. Then the window beside him opened, revealing Tom's white, furry head. He wobbled out the window and shakily walked across to where Marc sat.

"Hey," said Tom. He put his paw on Marc's shoulder.

"Hi..." Marc said. His muzzle pointed toward his lap.

"Why did you come here..." Marc said without looking up.

"To help you through this," Tom said. "Now how did all of this happen, when did you find out?"

"I don't know..." Marc said. "I just did. And I don't know what to do with myself."

"What do you mean?" Tom said now sensing the battle that had been going on in Marc of all this time.

"Well, now that you know, your gonna tell everyone and everyone is going hate me... and I just can't deal with it right now." Marc said now getting hysterical.

"Oi..." Tom said slapping Marc's wrist. "Would I have come over here if I hated you for being gay?"

"Well... no..." Marc said a little annoyed from the wrist slap.

"There you go." Tom said finally getting his point across. "And I won't tell anyone...

It'll be our secret. I promise."

Marc knew why Tom had been his best friend for all this time. He had always stuck by him through thick and thin. And he was going to help him get through this. He was suddenly so thankful for the white tiger being on the roof with him.

"So it doesn't... bother you?" Marc said curiously.

"Heh, No." Tom said laughing. "I was actually considering myself being bisexual, But I'm still not sure yet."

Marc, in his daze, smiled at this and waited for his last vision to breach.

He saw himself and David lying in his bed. Staring at each other's loving faces. The wind of the spring night was coming in through the open window. The curtain flew about as if possessed. The moonlight crept in as the two furs shared their time together by simply feeling each others presence.

"Your eyes are breathtaking..." David said. "The moonlight almost makes them glow for me."

"I don't know what to say..." Marc said as he smiled. "No one's told me anything like that before."

"They are just so brilliantly blue," David whispered. "I wish I could see them wherever I go..."

"Maybe you can," Marc said as he reached for David's paw. "...Only if I can see yours wherever I go as well."

The husky smiled at these words and embraced his wolf. Marc felt electricity flow between them as they hugged. He smiled as he finally felt like someone lived for him, and he lived for someone else... wherever they went, they had each other.

***

Marc's trance was broken by a hideous cracking sound and a howl. His sight returned to its blurred state. He saw his attacker trapped under a mound of dry dirt and rock. He still reached for Marc, in an attempt to get out of his new prison, but to no avail. His body became limp as he exhaled his last dying breath.

"Marc!" cried a voice from up above. "Marc we're coming!"

"Huh?" Marc said in a daze. The blood loss was finally taking affect.

He saw two blobs swinging their way to the bleachers on vines that hung from the ceiling.

Marc couldn't take it anymore. His body couldn't take the abuse anymore. He fell flat on his back as he waited for his saviors to come take him home. He wanted to see David's eyes again.

"We're coming, bud!" Said a distant voice.

"O...K..." Marc grumbled out. He listened and heard paws hitting dirt, coming his way. The room was spinning as his consciousness slipped away.

"We're here, pup!" Tom's face came into view along with David's.

"What did he do to you?" David screamed. "Look at all these cuts. And what's this collar thing?"

Tom and David looked around at the three dead wolves.

"Whoa..." Tom said. "He kicked some serious ass."

"David..." Marc coughed. "Look at my eyes."

"Yes, Marc..." David said as he opened Marc's eyelids, revealing his bright blue eyes.

"Now I can see yours," Marc said as his eyes started to water. "I've kept my promise, thus far."

"You'll see them as much as you want when we get you better." David said. "Now save your energy."

Marc shut his eyes again and smiled. "At least I got to see them one last time..."

Suddenly something hit the ground beside them with a loud thud. Dust flew up as the object hit.

"In coming!" Jason laughed as he looked in on them through their newly added skylight. "Look who decided he could leave the party early!"

David and Tom looked at what fell. It was a skunk wrapped in a white lab coat. He coughed as he tried to recover from the sudden impact.

"Well look who we have here..." David said as he got up and kicked Spackle, himself, right in the side. He cried out in pain.

"I wouldn't do that if I were..." Spackle coughed in pain and dug through his pocket.

"...You!" He found the blue remote and held it up. "Touch me again and I'll kill him off for sure."

"Ooooo, what's this?" Tom said as he snatched the remote right from Spackle's paw. "It's all... Blue?"

Spackle cried out and tried to reach for the remote, but couldn't get up.

"It's for the collar." David said. "We have to get it off of him."

"Hmmm." Tom said as he looked at the remote. "Let's try this button!"

Marc's body stood stiff and a look of agonizing pain froze on his face.

"Nooope!" Tom said pressing the button again. "Let's try again."

David's face has eyes as wide saucers as he saw what Tom was doing to Marc.

"Give me that!" David said as he snatched the remote. He pressed another button and

the collar released.

"How did you know?" Tom said.

David shrugged his shoulder. "Just a guess..."

They both turned to the skunk.

"Grab his legs," David said to Tom. "We need to give him a taste of his own stuff."

Tom hoisted the skunk over his shoulder and both walked up to the "V.I.P. box". They opened the door and inside it where thousands of different colored liquids in test-tubes.

"Find something to chain his leg down." Tom said as he took a couple test-tubes and

a syringe from the desk.

"Ok...?" David said as he rooted through boxes.

"Don't go through there!" Spackle screamed.

"Quiet!" Tom said.

"Someone's kinky," David said as he giggled. "He pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs.

"Perfect." Tom said as he grabbed them from David and wrapped them around

Spackle's ankle, then to a thick pipe on the wall.

"Ok Davie-boy," Tom said as he readied his syringe. "Here's where we pay Spackle back for hurtin' our boy."

"Hell yeah." David said as he grabbed the filthiest one he could find then pierced the rubbed cap on a test-tube and sucked out the liquid.

"No!" Spackle said. "You can't do this! It's inhuman."

"Human's have nothing to do with this, bud," Tom said. "It's karma. You've got about

70 syringes built up in it, but since we are in a hurry we're only gonna give you two."

"That's it?!" Spackle said. "God bless you two for your mercy!"

"You didn't let him finish!" David said as he pierced Spackled flesh and pumped a pink liquid into him. "You only get two shots. We pelt you with the rest."

"Oh!" Tom said as he grinned. "I like that!" He gave him his shot and readied his projectiles.

Spackle was howling with pain as the chemicals ate away his insides. Then the two sadistic furs started throwing test-tubes at him. Some eating his flesh right before their eyes, other's smoking as they touched his fur.

"I'll get you all for this!" Spackle screamed. "I'll..."

He suddenly fell limp. His breathing was irregular and short, then finally stopped.

"He's gone!" David screamed. He danced around and hugged Tom.

Suddenly the door behind them flew open.

"Whoa!" Jason said. "What's burning in here?"

"Yeah?" Justin said. He had Marc hoisted over his shoulder. "And what the hell is that?!"

"...Spackle." David said and grinned. "Come on, we gotta get to a hospital."

***

Marc awoke in a hospital bed, the sunlight shining in his eyes. He looked around and started to whimper. He remembered the last time he awoke in a hospital bed...

"Hey he's awake!" said a voice off to the side.

Suddenly he was dog-piled by the five furs that had been all waiting patiently for him to wake.

Marc just groaned as he tried to wrap his arms around the mass of fur. Finally everyone got up and marveled out what Marc had just been through.

"Where am I?" Marc asked as he tried to sit up. A skull-shattering pain made his eyes water as he look at his torso. It was covered with bandages.

"You're at the hospital here," David said. "And we haven't left your side. You've been out for 2 days, now."

"Don't worry about the concert, either," Jason said. "We got it rescheduled. We play in 8 days from now."

"Oh my head..." Marc said as put his paw up to it. He then saw the scars on his pads from his guitar and smiled. "I think I should be able to play in that amount of time."

"So what all happened in that ring!" Tom blurted out.

"Yeah, dude." Jesse said as they all pulled up a chair. "And don't leave out a single detail."

Marc smiled and pulled David close to him and looked him in the eyes.

"Alright, alright." Marc said. He looked over to David again and licked him on the cheek. "You know how they say when your about to die, time stands still and your life flashes before your eyes...?"

Everyone nodded as they huddled in front of their best friend as he told them the story of his life, and how he owes them his life for saving him from it.

...

Nooowwwww. Where should i go from here? Lol I could start on another series. what do you guys think? Is this one just about exausted? Well anyways, exausted or not i hope you guys like it and i hope you guys want me to keep going. i hope you guys think im a good writer and i hope you guys stick with me, what ever i do :P. But seriously do you think this stories got some juice left?

-Pup

P.S.-Thanks to all of you who read my stuff, you guys rock. And your comments definatly make my day every day. Keep posting them and ill keep writing :) deal? <3 this goes out to everyone who cares. Love you all*hugs*