All My Favorite Monsters

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

[Addie]

I trudged through the woods, my guard up and on edge as I listened to the quiet, rustling sounds of the forest. There seemed to be a dark aura in the air, like a thick fog on an early winter morning. My hand grasped the handle of the knife Anatox gave me that first day.

I really didn't want to use it. The only reason I brought it is to defend myself.

In my other hand was the map that was with the letter. There were red lines from where the cabin was leading to some sort of clearing, as it looked on the map. I hoped I was reading it right, seeing that I don't read maps often. I've hiked before, but it was on set trails and I had never needed a map.

Luckily, my sense of direction wasn't entirely awful, for I made it to the clearing in about half an hour.

As I looked around, searching for this "Prismarine" guy as well as the missing OCs, a voice came out of nowhere and scared the crap out of me.

"You came."

I jumped with a start, turning around swiftly to see an anthropoid arctic wolf with white wings and a yellow halo. His form seemed to glitch at random to... someone else. Someone I recognized.

I shook my head. No, that can't be him.

Focusing back on the present, I nodded. "Yeah. I'm here. Now, if you would please hand over the OCs you kidnapped?"

The wolf, presumably Prismarine, chuckled slightly. "Oh, you idiot. You really think you'd get them back that easily?"

Oh, come on, I thought to myself, annoyed.

"Don't worry, they're alive. Safe... well, I won't say that. Then I'd be lying."

"Just hand them over!" I pleaded, "Why are they so important to you and whoever else is kidnapping them?!"

"Because we want to see your suffering before we get rid of you," The angel-wolf explained simply.

"Look, why can't we just make a compromise?" I asked.

"You can't talk yourself out of this one, Addie," Prismarine shook his head, "That is a tactic of the weak."

I felt my hand grip the knife in my pocket.

"Come on. I dare you."

I felt my anger rising. He obviously had something planned. He wanted me to attack him. I needed to control myself.

But now, more than ever, I wish I had more control over my emotions.

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[3rd]

Inferno felt a small wave of pain in her skull, and she gritted her sharp teeth as she growled.

"Inferno?"

In front of her was Harm, with whom she was talking with when the headache hit. A confused and slightly worried expression was spread across his face.

"Something's... wrong," Inferno muttered. She pinched the bridge of her nose in thought. "Something's wrong."

"What is it?" Harm asked.

What must have been some sort of vision seemed to cross Inferno's sight. A white wolf with angelic wings grinned at her for a split second before disappearing.

Inferno's eyes widened. "It's the creator... she's in trouble."

"How do you-"

"I don't know, but if she dies, we die, so let's save her," Inferno snapped. She ran towards the door, Harm running after her quickly.