Madness

Can I Have A Pop ?

Once Peter regain consciousness and got dressed, we started digging in the ground, a single pit for our little friends with the mask.

Roman sat on the edge of it and looked at the bodies. "We're killing now ?" He asked.
"We should have made them dig their own graves first." Peter suggested.
"That's dark" Roman said looking at us.

"Killing someone that is trying to kill a kid, or us is once thing. Turning into a fucking nazi is another." I added.

Peter threw his shovel, too tired to carry on. "Fucking sun will be up soon, we're getting nowhere." He turned to Roman and got annoyed. Roman was still on the ground. " Hey, how about a little help?" he asked him.

"How about you leave him alone and continue digging ?" I suggested to Peter, giving him his shovel back. Roman didn't tell Peter about his little rendez-vous with Pryce and it wasn't up to me to say anything.

"I"m getting these treatments." Roman simply said. "Makes me feel like shit."

"You're all right ?"

"No ... But it's something I gotta do. I'm getting some genre of therapy from Pryce. It's supposed to make my DNA ... Normal."

"When you say "normal" you mean ..?"

"Not like yours, Mr Wolfy." I tried to joke. Peter did have a little smile on his face at the mention of his old nickname.

"Normal, human."

"Why ?" Peter asked curious.

"You got a of couple hours to kill ? Pull up a chair. "

"Hey guys, could we stop killing ? That be great."

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Seeing that we were getting nowhere, the three of us deciding to do something else. We tied a rope around the two bodies feet and dragged them up the road. Peter was exhausted and kept touching his ribs.

"Keys." He said to Roman. "I'll get the car."

Peter started to walk away when we both saw Roman looking at the man's throat. Dangerously staring at him, I would even say.

"Hey ! You don't need to go there."

"I'm all right. I got it handled. Maybe I should get the car." Roman looked away and took the keys from Wolfy.

Suddenly we heard a noise from one of the body.

"Is he alive?!" Roman asked panicked.

"Fucking shit." Peter got closer to the body and took off their mask, only to reveal a girl crying and gasping for air mumbling for us to help her.

Roman took me and Peter by the arm and distance ourselves from her.

"What the hell are we gonna do ?" Roman asked, still having that panicked tone in his voice.

"Uhm ... We got to turn her to Chasseur." Peter proposed.

"Are you kidding me ?" Roman half laughed.

"Peter you gotta stop turning to Chasseur for guidance alright ? I don't even trust the guy."

"What else can we do ?"

"Not implicate ourselves in that ?" Too late for that Roman ..

"They're serial killers. We acted in self defense." Peter tried to defend his case.

"And how are you going to prove that Peter ? Have you thought about that ? How are we going to explain the fact that we were here just in time to save that little boy from the bees and how we chased those guys through the woods and how the fuck did that guy ended up with some animals marks on his throat ? Did you tell Sheriff Chasseur that you were a werewolf or not yet ?"