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GORE AND VIOLENCE WARNING AHEAD.

⚠️EXTREME TRIGGER WARNING⚠️

OCTAVEUS
I limped around the corner of 666th Street, my uneven steps echoing through the empty alleyways between the apartment buildings that surrounded the abandoned restaurant.
   As I passed the fourth alley, just two buildings away from the headquarters, I stopped dead in my tracks. I thought I'd smelled something familiar. . . something almost dog-like. Then again, I could also smell the inviting aroma of a rotisserie chicken, so I decided it was my imagination and followed the better scent. I sniffed the air to make sure that I hadn't imagined the chicken smell, then traced the scent into the alley. I followed the smell to the base of a trash can and threw open the lid.
   Now, believe me, I don't usually go diving into trash cans after rotisserie chickens-- heck, I don't even like rain-- but I hadn't eaten in, like, four hours. I needed food. I was just about to dump out the contents of the trash can in search of the chicken when I smelled the dog-like scent again, this time so strong it seemed to burn my nose. I whipped around and scanned the alley before me. There was a flash of gold in the shadows across the street and a pair of ice-blue eyes appeared in the darkness just beyond the light of the streetlamp, staring straight at me.
"Who's there?" I called out to the creature in the shadows. The creature didn't respond; it just stared at me with cold blue eyes. Cold blue eyes. Something clicked in my brain, a memory that I couldn't exactly recall. Cold blue eyes. I started to panic, getting the feeling that this wasn't going to end well for me.
The creature across the street sensed my fear and a low dog-like growl rose from its throat. It moved forward into the light just enough for me to see it's outline. Fear froze me in my tracks.
A huge golden-brown wolf was snarling at me, it's jaws parted to reveal it's pearly-white fangs. There was a hungry light in it's ice-blue eyes, a light I'd seen before in someone else's eyes.
Seth.

I backed away from the wolf, my heart pounding in my chest as he approached, snarling low in his throat. Against my will, my brain started contemplating how this would end for me, none of the options good. Part of me was trying to remember Jessie's battle tips, but the other part was in full panic mode, only focusing on getting to the headquarters alive. There have been times when a Choronus was attacked by a werewolf, and one out of twenty of the attacks the Choronus made it out alive-- for a little while, at least-- but the few that lived through the attack had been Choronuses of twenty through thirty, and all had had proper battle training. And I knew for sure that I wasn't any of those things, and that the chance of a crippled fourteen-year-old Choronus surviving a werewolf attack was about one to twenty. . . hundred.
Maybe he won't actually attack, the hopeful part of my brain thought. The rest of my brain, however, was thinking, OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO DIE. Thanks for staying positive, brain.
As Seth-- or at least, that's who I thought the wolf was; I'm just assuming things here-- approached, I backed up further into the alley, eventually backing into a brick wall. I scanned the alley for ways to escape but saw none. The wall behind me was too high for me to get over, especially when there was a werewolf right behind me that would kill me before I could jump, and I sure as hell wasn't going to run towards the wolf.
Seth got closer, now halfway to me. He was close enough for me to smell his breath (which wasn't much better than the dog stench that he emitted in the first place) as he continued to snarl at me. I tried to gather up the courage to snarl back, but my body had given up on everything but making sure that I stayed alive (which was practically impossible as it was). I knew that if I made any sort of movement to escape, the wolf would attack.
Seth was now just a few hundred feet away, the fur along his spine and tail spiked up, his huge claws clicking on the pavement beneath him as he stalked toward me, snarling. I managed to bare my teeth and claws at him, and that was my mistake.
As soon as I'd bared my teeth, Seth lunged at me, covering the hundred feet in a single leap, raking his huge claws across my chest. Pain exploded in my chest and I screamed, lashing out blindly with my claws. My claws raked through open air and I heard growling in the shadows to my right. I pressed myself against the wall to my left, trying to get myself as far away from the wolf as I could as pain shot like lightning through my veins. I felt something warm and wet run fast down my abdomen and instinctively wiped my hand over the wet area. My hand came back dripping warm dark red liquid. My heart pounded. I probably would have cried, but my body was so far beyond fear-- and now pain-- that I literally couldn't find the strength to. I knew I was going to lose this fight, so I figured it didn't matter whether I fought back or ran. I chose the easier option: I sprinted to my right and ran. 
   Literally as soon as I started moving, I heard a loud bark behind me and the thumping of huge paws on pavement as Seth gave chase. I made it as far as the entrance of the alleyway before Seth caught me again. He pounced on my back and pushed me to the ground. I lashed out with my claws behind me and heard a satisfying howl in pain and some of the weight lifted off my back. I quickly got to my feet and limped a few more paces toward the road before I turned around to face the wolf. I'd clawed a long gash through the fur below his cheek, but the cut in his skin was already healing, leaving a long groove cut through the fur. 'Right,' I thought to myself. 'Only silver can effectively injure a werewolf.' Curse you, stupid silver-free claws! There was a bloody red mark on the sidewalk where the wolf had pushed me to the ground. The wolf wasn't even winded, but I was wounded and bleeding.
Seth snarled at me and this time I was able to snarl back. He barked and leaped toward me. I tried to dodge, and almost succeeded, but Seth's claws caught me in the shoulder and he dragged me to the ground. I screamed in pain again, and a light in one of the third-floor apartments of the complex across the street turned on. 'Great, maybe some humans will be able to see me get mauled to death by a werewolf,' I thought.
Seth backed away from me, circling around me as I struggled to my knees. My shirt was shredded, front and back, soaked in blood, and my arm and chest dripped the warm liquid. Pain was blurring my vision and I fought the urge to throw up. I could see that Seth's paws and the fluffy fur down his neck and chest from his jaw were red with my blood. I tried to stand but the wolf lunged and pushed me to the ground again. My head hit the concrete first, and I temporarily blacked out.
   When my consciousness returned a few seconds later, Seth was standing on my chest, his teeth inches away from my face. One of the wolf's paws was pinning my good arm to the ground, his claws digging into my wrist and drawing blood, and the other paw was planted on my chest. I couldn't feel my legs, and my vision was blurry from hitting my head. I couldn't think straight, the dark sky swam before my eyes. Pain made my body numb. I knew that this was it; the wolf was going to kill me, and I didn't even have the strength to call for help.
Seth's blue gaze bore into my eyes for the last time before he snarled and sank his teeth into my throat. Immediately, my free hand shot up and grabbed at the wolf's neck, trying to
loosen his grip, but the pressure only increased and my hand dropped back down to my side. I gasped for breath, my vision tinted red and black. The pain became so unbearable that I no longer felt it. My mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out. I was vaguely aware of lights flickering on in apartments above me and humanoid forms looking out the windows before quickly disappearing. I felt my breathing begin to get harder, my heart beating less and less often. My vision started to go black, my body numbing as my heart began to give up. I felt warm liquid drip in a river down my neck and out of my mouth. I tasted blood.
Suddenly I heard a loud bang and some of the weight on my chest vanished. A humanoid pale circle appeared above my face, someone was shaking me. My chest heaved for breath, desperately trying to breathe through the blood clotting my trachea, but it was getting harder and harder to stay awake. I faded in and out of consciousness. I heard lots of voices talking around me, then a new face appeared above me, this one familiar. My eyes focused on the face above me enough that I could identify the person's features; tan skin, messy soft brown hair and a thin brown beard, kind ocean blue eyes. Theo, the leader of our choroni and Jessie, Gwen, and my godfather.
I tried to say his name, but blood gurgled in my throat and I started choking. I heard Theo's worried voice and he turned my head to the side. I felt warm liquid drip from the side of my mouth and I retched at the stench of my own blood. I heard Theo and whoever was with him talking in concerned voices, then saw Theo's face appear in front of me again.
He said something to me that I couldn't understand, then gently slid his arms under my shoulders and legs and lifted me off the ground. He seemed to be able to carry me just fine, even though I felt like I'd gained a thousand pounds. I was vaguely aware of something warm running down my neck and jaw, the pain and numbness coursing through my body paralysing me. I heard Theo say something to someone next to us and this time I could make out what he said: get Gabe. Theo turned his attention back to me in his arms and murmured something to me that sounded like 'hold on', then started walking.
As soon as he took one step, pain like lightning arched through my body, and all the muscles in my body tightened. He stopped moving and immediately lowered me to the ground again as pain twisted my limbs. My back arched off the ground as agony spread like wildfire through my body, turning my organs to lava. My throat burned as if I'd just swallowed a campfire, flames and all. My body convulsed, my limbs twisting in ways they shouldn't be able to twist before a new sort of peaceful numbness spread through my body. My lungs burned as if I was breathing out fire and I gasped for air. The blood poured from my mouth in waves every time my back arced with agony, covering my chin and neck and dripping down my cheeks. I was vaguely aware of Theo shaking my shoulders and desperately yelling at me to stay awake as my body shook on the ground. I felt myself start to fade out of consciousness again, and this time I felt that it wouldn't be as easy to wake up again. Theo's desperate face faded in and out of view as my heart slowed, the new numbness taking over. I heard more voices join Theo's as my eyes rolled up in my head and the world went silent as I let the numbness bury me.