Loup

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Here's another idea I got. I'm trying to make this story as good as possible, so please forgive me if it's a bit hard to understand at first. FYI, the point of views change in the story.


Prequel: Doom's POV

That creature's silent for the first time in ages. Good. I was getting tired of plugging my ears the moment I returned home. My new weapon's growing steadily stronger beneath the floorboards; she roars all day and all night, but she sobers more than before. Soon she will understand that she will never be accepted anywhere else. She's done horrible things. Grotesque things.

Her transformation is nearly complete. It took four years, but we are finally obtaining results. She heals faster with every scar, and her behaviour is wild, nearly untamable.
There's a laugh. She IS tamable. All it takes is a desk, a basement, and discipline.

I thought this over as I opened the fridge and reached for her medicine. Only then did I see that there were only two phials left. Damn.
Oh, well. I can always get the Toon Patrol to get more. They could get me some more knives, while they were at it.

The silence ended with another loud 'THUMP'. "LEMME OOOOOOUT!" She screamed, her voice muffled from the wood above her. I chuckled and wrote a note to myself. That girl never gave up. She still didn't understand that she was my property. Well, if she was this agitated NOW, I could hardly wait to see how she would react towards my enemies.

'SHWACK!'

I bolted up. That didn't sound right. I heard grunting and panting.

No!

I ran toward the basement door and came face to face with my property, crawling out of a hole in the floor. When she saw me, she bared her teeth and me and yanked herself out of the hole. I grabbed my cane and ran after her, but she was young, strong, and on all fours. Before I even reached the tip of her tail, she'd already leapt from the window and ran off into the black streets.

I cursed and slammed my cane against the wall. She was gone. And she was turning.

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Chapter 1: Smart Guy's POV

Kids, NEVA' try ta carry more dan one box o' monkshood at a time. It ain't easy; da plants keep fallin' all over da pace* (place), da smell makes ya wanna hurl, and everybody mistakes ya for some flower arrangist* (*arranger)!

Silverster tapped me on da shoulder as I loaded da stuff in da van. "Can I have some sunflowers next week?" He asked. I smirked. What did I tell ya?
I sighed 'n' said, "Silvester, I ain't no flower person! So go talk ta somebody else, like Tinkerbell or somethin', I dunno!" Silverster pouted, folded 'is arms 'n' said, "No need to get huffy." Then, he left.

"Ehi, boss," Grease called from da passenger seat, "Are we ready or not?"
"Yeah yeah yeah, keep yer head on!" I climbed in da car and jammed the keys in da car. As da motor roared with life, we suddenly heard a screamin'.

Clarabelle Cow ran into da streets. She looked even worse dan usual; she was splatted* (*splattered) with blood, and her bright outfit was ripped and torn. Dat cow was holdin' somethin' dat looked familiar. When I looked closer, I saw dat it was a bright orange sweater, also torn. Kinda like the kind Goofy always wore. She screamed, "SOMETHING GOT GOOFY!"

Everyone stopped what dey were doin' in da street and looked at Clarabelle. The dame was balin'*(wailing) somethin' awful, and she started cryin'.
Brilliant. Anoda* (another) killin'. Dat was four Toons (ANIMAL Toons) dis week, plus a buncha sheep've gone missin' in da human world.

I tought* (*thought) di ova* (*over) as we drove to da lab Doom's workin' at. See, me and my boys've worked for Doom since we were teens, but just about four years ago, all of a sudden, Boss started askin' us for some weird junk; needles, monkshood, and anyt'ing sharp in general.

Weird? Yes. Kinda confusing? Yes.

Finally, we parked in fronna* (*front of) da lab. "C'mon, ya mugs," I said as I climbed out. Greasy and Stupid came out afta' me, and Wheezy and Physco jumped out from da back. As we walked inside, I noticed some dirty prints on da gravel. Some kinda looked like handprints, oders* (*others) looked more like dog prints. Wheezy was starin' at 'em too, so I was kinda glad I wasn't hallunicatin'* (*hallucinating).

"Hey, boss," I called as we got in da main office wit' da boxes o' monkshood, "We got da stuff."
"No matter!" Doom snapped, "My lab rat is gone!"
"Duh, why don'tcha check da cheese department?" Stupid suggested. Wheezy stomped 'is foot. Da big idiot shut 'is trap. Doom scoffed and said ta us, "Well, it'll come back. Give me the monkshood."

We put da boxes under 'is desk and wiped our hands afta'. "So um, boss," Greasy started, "What's this stuff do, anyways?"
Doom snarled and looked ready ta hit Grease, but he said in a flat voice, "It's very important to my plan, and that's all you need to know."

I nodded and herded da gang outta der. If der was one t'ing we had learned in all dos* (*those) years of workin' for Doom, it was NEVA stay in da same room wit' 'im for long.

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Chapter 2: Physco's POV

I couldn't stop giggling as Boss drove us home. I'm like that; no matter what's goin' on, I can't help laugh. 'Course, the others roll their eyes whenever I do, but I don't mind. It ain't in my nature to get my nickers in a knot.

Anyway, while we were driving through Gingerbread Lane, a Toon ferret all dressed in black ran across the street...WHILE WE WERE CROSSIN' THE STREET! Boss shouted and slammed on the breaks. I hit my head on the doors, which burst them open and sent me back-first on the gravel.
I lay there like a wrong-side-up turtle until Wheezy grabbed my legs and dragged me across the gravel, "C'mon, Physco!"

I yelped and shook myself free. I took out my trusty razor, put it in my mouth, and ran on all fours toward the ferret, who was still running like crazy.

Crazy. Physco. Heeeeheeeheee!

"Stop! In da name o' da law!" Boss shouted, running after the ferret. When the ferret didn't stop he nodded at Greasy. Greasy took out his switchblade and aimed for the Toon's hand. He threw it with a grunt.

The switchblade flew for a moment before nailing the guy right in the shoulder. He screamed and fell on his chest. The guy looked so clumsy, I couldn't stop myself; in a second, I had rolled on my side, laughing like a nut. I felt a 'bonk' on my head a second later; Boss looked at me with a scowl, "Stop laughin'. Ya know what happens if ya can't stop."

"I knoooooooooooow, hehehehehe!" I rolled on the other side, grinning. Boss sighed, rolled his eyes, and started to walk toward the fallen ferret. I hoisted myself up, giggling the whole way. As I dusted myself (not easy with a straight jacket on), I heard a grunt, then a yelp.

I frowned and turned around. The ferret was gone!

Boss' jaw clenched. "Physco," he said, "sniff 'im out." I nodded and dropped on my knees, sniffin' the pavement. I smelled a thousand different things from there: dust, smoke, spilled food (my stomach growled at that), and...ugh, dog droppings!

But then, I caught somethin' different. Ferret smell, and the smell of predator. I shivered and felt my ears prick. There was a weird noise coming from the alleyway; kinda like a slurping, gulping noise. I make that noise a lot, but still, hearin' it from someone else made me sick.
I scuttled toward the sound until I found the ferret...and his assailant, its back to me. I could tell it was a dame, but only because of the brown hair that swept around her back. But apart from that and a ragged skirt, I never woulda guessed! She was wearin' a sleeveless, torn top, and I could literally see the bumps of her vertebrae! Her arms were covered in scars, and there was a weird bump at the base of her skirt, like she was hiding a newt or somethin' in there.

I took a step back, and stepped on a twig. The girl turned around, and now I REALLY wanted to scream. Her mouth was covered in blood, and her blue eyes had a wild look. When she saw me, she gasped and tried to scamper off. "Hey, wait!" I ran after her. I was probably nuttier than usual, but she'd injured, if not killed, a Toon! She needed to be punished.

I kept running, but I had to hand it to the broad, she knew howtta chase! She went in zig-zag, circular patterns that made the swirls in my eyes go faster. As she did a cartwheel across the street, I jumped on a car and did a wild jump. I landed on her knees, which I hugged like a favorite teddy. She hissed and tried to shake me off. "Get offa me!" She shrieked. Her voice had a hoarse quality to it, like she'd been screamin' to the top of her lungs.

For some reason, that just made me laugh. I giggled and continued to hug her legs. After a moment, I felt something whack me in the face. When I looked around, I saw something thin and pale disappear under her skirt. I didn't know if it was a worm or what, but it creeped me out.

I heard guns being loaded. "Don't move." Boss said in a cold voice. The girl was already panting, and stopped fidgeting. I let go of 'er legs and crawled toward the others. Greasy's eyebrows shot up when he saw the blood on her mouth, and the corners of his mouth pulled up when he saw her body. The girl whimpered and tried to crawl away, but she was surrounded.

Boss looked her up and down, then looked back at the alley. He put his revolver back in his jacket. "Ya got a name, doll?"
The girl blinked in surprise. I guess she didn't know that many people, 'cuz she looked like Boss had just asked her if she grew horns. She looked at the ground, thinkin' real hard. At least, it looked like it. Finally, she said, "Loup."

Wheezy half-smiled. "It means 'wolf' in French." He rasped. I looked at him in surprise, then remembered. I forgot he digged French dames.
Loup nodded. Boss half-smiled and said, "Y'know, dat was pretty impressive. Da ferret ain't dead, but he ain't goin' nowhere for a while. We could use some more muscle in our patrol."
Loup played with the gravel, not meeting any of our glances. "So," Boss pressed on, "I'm ready ta offer ya a seal* (*deal), dame. Work for us, and we ain't gonna arrest ya."

"Yes," Loup said without hesitatin'. He smiled and gestured to Greasy. Greasy grinned and pulled out his dirty handkerchief, handin' it to Loup. She nodded in thanks and wiped her mouth. The handkerchief had been a tannish-white color, but when Greasy got it back, it was a reddish-brown color. He held it between his thumb and index finger and looked ready to puke. "Gracias." He muttered.

I giggled and clapped my hands together, way too excited to hold it. We had a new member! This was HUGE! It was like...monkies usin' tools for da first time!

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Chapter 3: Wheezy's POV

I hate ta say it, but da dame creeped me out. When she sat next to me in the back of the car, I noticed her hands weren't right. For cryin' out loud, her ring finger was longer than her middle finger! Either da human species was changin' AGAIN or she was just freaky.

Great. Another freak.
Well, that's bein' mean. Boss and Grease've known each other since they were 13, while I've known Physco since we were, like, 15. I had nobody to hang with, and before he got taken away, we became buds. He seemed especially interested in my cigarettes, even though he actually ate one once.

Anyway, no way was this chick like Physco. She just looked like a freak. Probably was, too. I mean, who attacks an injured Toon ferret and starts chompin' on him like he's a pretzel? Ewww.

We finally got home, to da Toon Patrol Headquarters. We heard a tappin' on our door, which meant we were home. Greasy, who'd had his arm around Loup's shoulders da whole way ("It's just ta keep you from sneaking away, senorita."), took his arm away and opened da door. Loup winced a lil' when sunlight flooded da space we were in, but I was too busy hackin' on my cigarettes to really ask 'er anything.

As we went up the stairs, Physoc couldn't stop gigglin'. I could tell he was excited as hell. Either that or he was sniffin' laughin' gas without us knowin'. I took another drag from my cigarettes and puffed some smoke, which shaped into a ballerina.

Hmm. That was new.

Loup saw the shape, and stopped walkin'. I dunno why, but somethin' was radiatin' off her; want. I mean, I ain't no mind reader, but she practically had it written on her forehead! When the smoke dissolved, she recomposed herself and continued to walk up the stairs. I scoffed an' rolled my eyes as Boss unlocked da door.

"A'ight, sweetheart," Boss said as he straightened his jacket, "First things first. We're gonna give ya a lil' tour of our place, then give ya yer weapons."
Loup nodded, rubbing her arms da whole way. Greasy arched an eyebrow at 'er. "Are ya bien, senorita?"
Loup stopped rubbin' her arms. "Yeah," she croaked.

Boss shrugged and gestured to da room. "Dis is da main office. Dis is where we get phone calls, work, 'n' stiff* (*stuff) like dat." Then, he led Loup to da corridor. "These're da bedrooms. Ya can tell whose 's whose, while dis 'ere," he pointed to da guest room, "is where you'll be stayin'."
Loup nodded. Boss nodded in reply 'n' turned ta me. "Load da dame."

I nodded and took her arm. She winced an' pulled her arm away. All of us raised our eyebrows this time, but Loup was laready marchin' outta da hall with her head bowed.

Like the French say, mon dieu!

I shrugged and led 'er to da armoury. That room felt like home within home. I'd either stolen or bought all o' dose weapons, and I loved spendin' my time fixin' or upgradin' 'em.
"A'ight, broad," I rasped as I placed my Thompson Sub M1928 back in its place, "Got any preferences?"
"A switchblade is fine:"

This time, I couldn't hide my surprise. "Ya gotta be jokin'" I turned ta her, "ya ain't gonna go far wit' dat."
"I doubt I even need a weapon," Loup retorted, "so I choose something small."

I scoffed and started lookin' in da switchblade box, "Ya t'ink ya could take down another criminal without a weapon?" I chuckled and picked up a good one. This switchblade was a bit rusty, but rub some oil on it and it'll be good as new. "I don't think," Loup said, "I know."

THAT made me laugh. In a second, I was rollin' on da ground clutchin' my stomach. "WHEEZY!" Boss shouted from da other room, "YA BETTER NOT BE LAUGHIN'!"
"SORRY, BOSS!" I shouted back and wiped my eyes. The dirt and oil on my fingers made 'em sting. I cursed under my breath and waited for the burnin' ta stop. When it did, I turned ta Loup. Her face was da color of a turnip. "Look doll," I said, "Ya can't beat somebody without no weapons. I mean, look at ya! Yer thinner dan me!"

"Wanna fight?" Loup asked, foldin' her arms.

Oh, great. If I lost, I'd neva' hear the end of how I got beat by a girl. And if I won, I'd look like a jerk 'cuz I beat up a girl.

But if I said no, I'd be called a wimp.
I grinned, dropped da switchblade, and spat on my paws. "Bring it, dollface." I invited. The girl didn't need an invitation.

In a second, she had pinned me down and was showerin' me with punches. My hat fell right off. I couldn't help cry out and tried to push 'er off, but she musta weighed a hundred pounds! Then, she growled and stuck her finger on my pressure point. It felt like icy fire eatin' me up.

I tried ta punch 'er, but she grabbed my fist and twisted it. I yelped and felt her get off me. She was pantin' and wipin' hair from 'er face. "[i]NOW [/i][/b[/u]]are you convinced I can fight?" She demanded.
"Yep, pretty much." I choked. "Good." Loup walked to the switchblade box, took a random switchblade, and was about to leave the room.

As I tried ta sit up, I was surprised to see 'er standin' over me. Her expression was a lot softer, and what surprised me da most was when she offered me her hand. I think I smiled as I took her hand and let her pull me up. I cleared my throat an' said, "C'mon, tonight Stupid's cookin' and I wanna call da fire department early."

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