The wolf bounded through the snow eagerly, leading John down the slopes with careful decision. As they reached the edge of the trees John spots a group of people, one man pinning down another with a knife buried deep in the side. He kneeled, raising the rifle and looking through the scope to get a better view of the scene in front of him. The wolf howled loudly into the air, stepping into the ivory moonlight. John suddenly let out a breath, the cloud fogging the lens slightly as he lowered the gun. He vividly recognized the boy and his father but was unsure of the other two mystery participants. He let the wolf lead him into the situation, trusting its instincts over his own.
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The male shoved at Wesker's shoulders in another weak and desperate attempt to get the man off himself. He looked suddenly at his father, eyes burning helplessly. Pleading and desperate his father looked away and swallowed the lump in his throat. "I'm sorry." Was all he heard before the wolf howled and appeared before them again. Wesker pulled the knife from the male's side and climbed off of him.
"I've had enough of this goddamn mongrel." He began walking briskly through the snow before the wolf snarled and ran around the side of him, moving to stand over the male's body possessively. Wesker paused, watching the creature quietly before looking at the man's father. "What the hell is this supposed to be?" He let out a sinister laugh, glaring at the duo on the ground. "What threat is it supposed to be?" He stared at the creature quietly, seeing the male lift his gaze to look around the woods helplessly. "You better hope I don't find Chris in these woods. Because what I'm about to do to you, he's going to get twice as bad." He stalked forward and the wolf snarled lowly before lunging towards his right forearm, teeth sinking into the clothes and skin. Wesker yells out slightly, waving his arm in a weak attempt to fling the beast that used the snow to tear into the muscle. It began to shake its head wildly, tearing into the fleshy meat more. Wesker took the knife and jammed it into the side of the wolf's neck, finally throwing it off of himself and into the snow.
"No..." The male whispered, hand on his side as he hurriedly tried to pull himself to the nearest tree. His gaze turned to Wesker before the faintest flash of light drew his eyes to the trees. Someone was close. Watching them from afar. His stomach churned, burning through his fingers as the cold nipped at his exposed skin. Chris. His heart began to ache at the thought of never seeing him again. He closed his eyes as the burning intensified. He could hear Wesker tearing the knife from the wolf, hearing the loud yelp of agony followed by the sound of footsteps trudging through the snow. As he opened his eyes for what felt like the last time he watched as a black vine reached up through the snow in front of him and wrapped around the slick-backed blonde. It launched him sideways into the tree and dragged the wolf's body down to the ground. His eyes widened in slight horror before he weakly pushed himself to stand. The black vine wrapped around his ankle and he let out a weak scream, feeling it dragging his right leg into the snow.
The other four stare in shock and horror as another black vine wrapped around the male's left forearm, dragging him forward into the snow. His eyes widened as he tried hastily to pull himself free. Suddenly a warmth flooded his body, causing his nervous system to fight against him. His body slumped into the snow, twitching slightly as his eyes clenched shut. Feeling his breathing get slower and slower until he almost couldn't breathe, sinking deeper into the snow until his body fell into a murky waterway. Stop fighting me. A familiar voice muttered into the air, feminine and superior. His gaze looked around as he was dragged down the stream, trying desperately to latch onto anything. I want to help you. He closed his eyes, letting out a breath of air. His hair soaked into his forehead as he grabbed onto a rock, feeling the heavy flow of the water tugging at his body ruthlessly as he hugged himself around it. Stop fighting! Why are you fighting me? The voice felt like it was everywhere and nowhere all at once. Just give in! He felt his body freeze up suddenly before his grip loosened and he rag-dolled back down the stream, unable to control his body. He struggled to move his limbs as his back collided roughly into a jagged rock sending his body into a blur before everything went black.
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As his eyes opened he could feel a dull drum in the back of his head. Blinking rapidly to regain his vision he could feel the dampness of the cave. While he breathed out he could see the cloud it made, suddenly aware of his body shivering subconsciously. He pushed himself to stand, hand covering his injured side. "Where am I?" He questioned softly, looking around the area he could see. He slowly stumbled forward, swaying slightly whenever he would stand idle. He felt with his free hand and found a lever. He bit the inside of his cheek and lowered his hand away from it. "I probably shouldn't mess with anything." He muttered, stepping back carefully. As he continued down one of the cave paths he slowly froze in place as he began to hear the faintest sound of labored breathing. He pressed his body against the cave wall and quietly peeked around the corner to find the injured wolf, standing tall and twitching uncontrollably. 'What's wrong with it?' He questioned in his head, crouching towards the ground. He kicked a pebble and the creature spun around, blood dripping from its lower jaw. Isn't he a beauty, Y/n? The voice asked teasingly, almost in a taunt. His skin crawled and he could feel something twitching under his skin as a lump formed in the back of his throat. "Oh my god."
