Taylor
As soon as Taylor, Mouse, Bee and Riss retired to bed, Malory managed to pry the bedside drawer open and get to work.
Many hours later, he chuckled to himself as he climbed up a small rope toward the light switches. He sat on top of one for a moment, surveying the room and its' sleeping occupants, before jumping to turn on the ceiling fan above the double bed.
He chuckled in delight as it began to spin.
Hardly a moment later, Taylor's eyes slid open.
What was that noise?
Groaning slightly, he managed to open them further, wondering why he suddenly felt cold. He hadn't left the ceiling fan on...
Mouse
Mouse murmered in her sleep and tried to turn over, cold.
Her eyes flew open when she couldn't.
"Taylor..."
She winced at the feel of the fishing line cutting into her wrists and ankles. Ok, very worried now.
She looked up.
"TAY!"
Taylor
Taylor shot up - or rather, tried to.
Now fully awake at Mouse's scream, he felt the fishing wire wrapped around his wrists and ankles, holding him down onto the bed.
Then he noticed how much the fan was swaying. His eyes widened.
"Oh $#!+..." he cursed.
His eyes flew to the bedside table, where Malory had placed a pair of scissors. Just out of his reach. Then he looked up at the fan again.
"It's gonna fall," he gulped.
"JASON?! CLARISSA?!"
Mouse
"Bon Dieu," Mouse said softly, terror racing through her veins.
Her babies.
Clarissa shot up in bed.
"Yo, BEE! Something's up!"
She got out of bed.
Taylor
Bee threw his covers off and headed for the main bedroom.
Taylor squeezed his eyes shut hearing their yells, and whispered a prayer. He could now see that the fan was only being held up by two or three wires. And it was getting faster.
Bee made it to the door and flung it open, before turning on the light.
"Oh my God..."
He made to race over to the bed, but tripped over a wire across the doorframe.
Landing with his hands to keep him up, he looked down at where the points of three knives were pointed up into his chest - one drawing a few drops of blood.
"This room is boobytrapped. Riss?! Go for the fan!"
Mouse
"Alrighty..." Clarissa murmured, looking at the fan.
Oh, this was gonna hurt like a bitch.
She leapt over Bee and jumped for the fan, snapping the last few wires and landing on the other side of the bed. She tried to breathe, choking for breath as blood welled up across her chest.
"Riss?!" Mouse said, turning her head slightly.
Taylor
Bee rolled onto his side, the wound to his chest already healed.
He looked around carefully to make sure nothing could stop him getting to them, then made his way over to the bed.
"Here."
He put the scissors in Taylor's hands.
"Ah... thanks..." Taylor replied, his voice shaking.
Bee made his way around the bed to Riss and began to heal her wounds as Taylor positioned the scissors so he could cut the line on his wrists.
He hesitated as he heard small curses coming from the doorway.
MOuse
Fafnir snarled and leapt on Malory.
GONNA EAT YOU! Alpha, PLEASE! I can SMELL it EVERYWHERE! It was trying to KILL YOU! Can I kill it? Please, let me kill it.
Mouse shuddered.
She could have died. Her babies could have died. God, she wished Tay had listened to Nathan.
Clarissa sighed in relief as Bee healed her wounds.
Taylor
Malory started to cry.
Taylor grunted as he cut the lines, leaving rings around his wrists as he leant over to cut Mouse's hands free. Then he leant forward to cut their ankles free as well.
"Don't hurt him," Taylor insisted, "you'll only piss him off more."
He gulped, then crossed his legs and put his head in his hands.
Bee lifted to her feet when he was finished healing her.
MOuse
I am going to eat you, you treachorous ball of fluff. Fafnir informed Malory coldly, snarling almost continously.
Bets watched the fuzzle, soft angry growls mixing with Fafnir's.
"Ok, calm down," Mouse insisted.
"We're fine. Fine."
Let us kill it, please, Alphas! Fafnir said.
Taylor
"NO Fafnir, don't even try," Taylor demanded, "and I don't ever want to see him or anything that looks like him in your mouth."
Bee glanced at Riss, then went to collect the knives from the floor.
Mouse
Ffnir whined, fighting between his equal need to kill what had put his Pack in danger and obeying Taylor.
PLEASE!
"Fafnir come here," Mouse said.
The distressed wolf crawled up onto the bed, whining and growling. Bets took up his post, watching Malory.
I CAN'T NOT! Pack, PLEASE!
"Shhhhhhhh," Mouse soothed.
Fafnir whined, shaking and shivering.
Taylor
Taylor clenched his fists, then made to leave the room. Bee quickly removed the trip wire before he left.
"Do not harm Malory," he ordered Bets on his way past.
Bee looked between Mouse and Riss, and followed him.
Taylor made his way into the livingroom and collapsed on a couch. Bee followed him in and sat beside him.
"You know... about black fuzzles, right?" he began, not looking up from the floor.
"We've had to deal with a few."
Mouse
Bets glanced at him, then returned to watching Malory with hungry and vengeful eyes.
Mouse started to cry, holding the hysterical wolf.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, he doesn't understand. Shh, Faf, please, calm down, calm down."
Fafnir howled his confusion and despair.
Please, Alpha! Please oh god, please, please, please...
Fafnir was going through a complete nervous breakdown. He HAD to kill the thing that had threatened his Pack, but he also HAD to obey his Alphas. Added to that, he had failed to protect them AGAIN and he wasn't allowed to take the action that would make it right in his world view.
"Shh, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright," Mouse chanted, running her hands through Fafnir's fur as he keened.
Taylor
Taylor ran his fingers through his hair, hearing Fafnir's howls.
"We need... we need to find a white one."
"I suggest we ask Steel. I do not know of any around these parts, but he may."
Taylor looked up for a moment, grinding his teeth.
"I'll call him in the morning."
Bee nodded.
"I need to tell Mouse."
"True."
"Alone."
Bee hesitated.
"Maybe you should wait until she calms down," he suggested.
Mouse
Clarissa tried to comfort Mouse, only have to Fafnir turn on her and nearly bite her.
GO AWAY!
Mouse rubbed his ears, trying to calm down herself despite the rising hysteria of the wolf surging through their link. Bets was a calm anchor and she latched onto the malamute desperately. Fafnir's thoughts were a jumble of have to obey Alpha, must kill threat, obey Alpha, dispose of threat on and on and on.
The babies woke up and started to scream, adding to the overload of emotional distress.
Taylor
"Ooh," Taylor suddenly grabbed onto his stomach and closed his eyes.
"Taylor?"
Bee was ignored.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing," Taylor insisted, "she's just... God, there's a lot of emotional screw ups in that room right now."
He shook his head. Bee watched him carefully, before he opened his eyes and stood up again.
He made his way back to the bedroom, leant down to where Malory was cornered, and picked the fuzzle up. Malory was sulking, much like he had been when Taylor had found him after the bathroom thing.
Not saying a word and trying to ignore the fuzzle's cries, he made his way back down the hallway into the kitchen.
Mouse
Bets stalked after Taylor, blue eyes watching the fuzzle in his hand.
Fafnir cowered and whined piteously, the feral wolf reduced to a shaking bundle of fur by the fact of what he was and his instincts. Mouse looked at Clarissa.
"Go. Now. He's so afraid, bewildered and hurt he'd try to kill you."
Clarissa nodded and left the room. Biting her nails, she closed the door behind her and went to find Bee.
"The wolf is falling apart," she said.
"Either let him kill the thing, or get rid of it."
^^^FATHER!MOTHER!HURTSSADTIREDCONFUSED!^^^
^HUNT!^
^KILLBADTHINGHURTITKILLITBADBADBAD!^
^CALMQUIETPEACESERENITYRESTREST!^
Taylor
Taylor turned to Bets, alone with her in the kitchen.
"I know that you'll most likely be the only one to understand..." he said softly in wolf.
He turned to the drawer and pulled out a kitchen knife, closed it, then knelt onto the floor.
"Don't touch him," he warned Bets, holding Malory down, "he's going to be a little pissed after this..."
And without waiting, Taylor squeezed his eyes shut and stabbed Malory right through - pinning the fuzzle to the tiled floor.
Mouse
Bets jumped back slightly, then turned wary eyes on Taylor.
He still isn't dead?
Fafnir shuddered in Mouse's arms as he slowly began to calm down, the 'obey' instinct winning out over the 'kill' intinct.
Taylor
Taylor put a finger to his lips, before he pulled the knife out. Malory lay lifeless for a moment - blood pooling around him.
Then suddenly, Taylor cringed at the sight of the blood seeping back up into him. The fuzzle's chest rose up and down slightly, showing he was breathing again.
Taylor threw the knife up into the sink, then knelt in front of the fuzzle as his eyes slid open and he growled.
"He can't be killed," Taylor whispered in wolf, then looked up at Bets.
"It'll only piss him off more. And we can't send him away, because he'll only come back."
Mouse
Sweet Mother of All.
Bets backed away from the fuzzle, then looked up at Taylor.
And there's no way to kill him or get rid of him? The Pack is not going to be happy.
Mouse ran her fingers through Fafnir's fur, feeling so exhausted she could just curl up and die.
Taylor
Taylor looked around the kitchen, then went to open one of the cupboards as Malory shook himself.
He pulled out a glass fish tank that he'd been going to set up, and put it on the kitchen table. Getting out some mesh to cover it, he picked Malory up and threw him inside - not giving him a chance to react.
He covered the tank with some mesh, then sat down heavily on one of the kitchen chairs.
"Why me?" he shook his head, "don't I have enough going on?"
He leant on the table with his arms, then yawned and rested his head on top.
Mouse
Right, definetely telling my Mate not to eat the black fuzzy evil thing. Bets said.
She settled to watch Malory fume in the glass.
Mouse fell asleep unexpectedly, arms wrapped around the exhausted wolf.
Taylor
Taylor soon fell asleep where he sat.
Bee soon stuck his head around the door, and spotted him. He decided to leave him, rather than wake him. Sighing, he turned to Riss.
"Ok then. So what say we go and get what sleep we can for now?" he raised his eyebrows.
Clarissa
"Yeah. Not likely we're gonna get a lot for a while," Clarissa sighed.
The two bodyguards went to resume their interupted sleep.
Bets settled to watch the black fuzzle and Taylor.