F.E.A.R.

A Wolf Among Us

Here is another chapter guys sorry it's so late, the banner for Marshall is by Ayumi_Chizu and as always it's amazing. Enjoy!

The Flyers hit the ground running and every one of the passengers besides the small girl Sterling was carrying where soon following suit. It probably looked like the most kick ass marathon you ever did see. A marathon where even the slowest runner could easily hit speeds of twenty five miles an hour and then kill a bear with just their hands. Okay, I'm not sure if I could do it with just my hands but I could sure as hell set in on fire. If I didn't choke in the process, I thought to myself, sure that everyone was disappointed in my performance tonight, hell, I was too. Majorly, in fact, I was going to go home and brood.

All thoughts of brooding disappeared when we came into the parking garage and heard the rat-tat-tat sound that could only be machine gun fire. And sure enough, as the van came into sight, Joe was manning the gun mounted on top on the van, which was surrounded by Ferals.

Jax saw it right after me, and brought us all to a halt, keeping us out of sight around the corner.

"I thought you said this area was cleared!" I hissed at him.

"It was!" He sounded panicked and it stoked a fear in me. Jax was my Alpha, the leader of my troupe of outcasts, nothing should shake him, but this did and it shook me too.

"We have to do something!" Marshall urged, coming up between us, he gestured at the crowd, " Or your people are going to get fucking slaughtered!"

He was right of course, Raeah was the only fighter in the crowd, and at the moment she was holding them up, hacking and slashing with claws and dancing away before a Feral could grab her, all the while avoiding the bullets Joe rained down on the Ferals. But she would be tired soon, the speed she needed required a lot of energy and she just couldn't keep it up. I looked at Jax with my best what-do-we-do face, but he just sat there, staring grimly at the battle taking place. Marshall snorted in disgust at his inaction.

"All right," He called to everyone, "If we're gonna get out of here you need to follow my lead and chew this up and stick it in your ears if they're sensitive." He pulled a pack of gum out of his pocketed and handed out a few pieces. I respectfully declined and fought back some hysterical laughter as I watched everyone, but Midnight, Marshall, and myself stuffing gobs of chewing gum in their ears. Gross. When everyone had finished, Marshall simply strolled out into the open and it took about two seconds for every Feral still standing, which was maybe fifteen, to surge towards him.

Ten yards from the van he stopped, spread his wings and screamed. To me, it sounded like a loud teapot, but nothing unbearable, to the Ferals it must have sounded like eardrums exploding because that's exactly what started happening. Ferals all around fell to the ground, gripping their heads with deformed hands, ears pouring blood. The Night Crew rushed out from behind the building and Joe quit shooting, afraid he would hit one of us. Marshall's bravery had made me feel brave, which had brought my fire to the surface even faster than fear usually did. Jax and I were the first to close in, just as the strongest Ferals began to rise.

Jax looked half crazy, his blue eyes glowing yellow and fingers twisted into black claws, he was very fast and very animal. I was fast too and, even though I wasn't as strong, I made up for it with my agility. And the fact that I kept setting Ferals on fire. Sterling and Midnight fought back to back, shooting Ferals on the ground and punching and kicking the living daylights out of the one standing. Oh, and then when those ones where on the ground, they'd shoot the shit out of them too. The two girls that had come with Marshall were being rushed to the van by Joe and Raeah, and Jax as pulling a Wolf apart by its jaws. 'We are winning' I thought as I set fire to a Bear Feral that Marshall pinned the ground, he slid out from under it as it reared up off of him, roaring in pain, and slit its throat with the wicked looking knives he had pulled from the pockets of his jacket.