Howling Badboy

Gun to Sword

"You should've been more careful, Pilla. One of these cuts could've been deep." Dakota scolds me as he puts bandages on my cuts, but I just roll my eyes. He worries way to much.

I guess I can't blame him though, I mean right now I'm like a danger magnet. It's like I have a sign taped to my back saying 'hey all crazy murderous people! Come get me!'.

I hate to admit it, but that note actually shook me to the bone. Serin is dead; I saw him die, but the note scared me. With all this magic popping up, I wouldn't put anything past them including reviving the dead.

That would be creepy.

"Droplet? Droplet? Droplet!" Dakota shouted to get my attention. I didn't even realized I zoned out. Huh, I need to sleep more if I zone out like that.

"As I was saying, let's go talk to gang about the plan. It needs to be start now." Kota said determined. He's right. "Yeah, come on. We can't any longer." I mumble. I want to live long enough to at least see a majestic armadillo.

He grabbed my hand, and without fail little fireworks erupted heating my hand in a comfortable warmth. I love Dakota more than I love cake. And that's say something. I really love cake.

We walk outside to the training ground, but something strange was in the air. Nobody was training, but were passed out on the ground. A faint smell of some herb or something filled the air. "Pilla, get behind me now." Dakota growled.

The stench of rouges filled the air, and the stench masters themselves flooded out of the woods. Would you like to guess who was with them? Nope, not Elmo.

Raphael and Creepo.

"Ah Dakota, looking good with a lovely lady by your side. Too bad not for long. Attack!" Raphael called and hundreds of wolves flooded out of the forest and pounced on Dakota and I.

"Run, Pilla!" Kota called while struggling under under a hundred wolves. I can't just leave him! He's my mate! My forever! I fight through the rouges after picking up a passed out warrior's sword toward Dakota.

I reach him finally after hacking more wolves than I would ever have thought I would. To be honest, I never thought I would have to hack through a wolf, but life is strange.

"Pilla! I told you to run!" He shouts after snapping a wolf's neck. "Yeah, well I don't listen very well." I reply while stabbing a wolf.

Suddenly, all the wolves back off, but I don't hear Dakota anymore. I whirl around only to find Dakota with a gun to his head. "Pilla, baby, come with us now, and lover boy here won't get his brains blown out." Raphael smirks.

I hate decisions. Why!? Why is the world so against me and Dakota being together?! Why can't I just be happy?!

"Pilla, run. Save yourself." Dakota grunts and Raphael whistles. "You're out of time." He cocks the gun. I can't stop a gun with a sword.

Decision made.

"I'll come with you! Please, don't shoot him!" I cry. Dakota eyes, they got so big with shock and terror, I couldn't look at them. "No, droplet." He whispers as I walk over to Raphael.

Dakota looks so defeated. So broken. I've never felt so useless before, not even when I was abused.

Raphael lets go of him, and grips onto my arm tightly to the point of bruising. DakoT tried to get back to me, but rouges swarm him preventing him from getting to me. "I'm sorry Kota." I whisper as I'm led into the woods by Creepo and Raphael.

I'm so sorry Kota.