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Chapter 14: Greasy's POV

Da next mornin', we were all in da court. Ev'rybody stood up when Judge FicklePickle, a Toon hippo, marched in. I coulda sworn 'e shot a dirty look at Loup; she bared 'er teeth at 'im, 'n' Wheezy put 'is hands on 'er shoulders. Physco whimpered at 'im, while I just acted like 'e wasn't 'round.

'E sat down 'n' cleared 'is throat. "Who is the present Loup accused of?" A Toon pig snorted 'n' stood up, pattin' a cryin' senorita's shoulder. 'E read from 'is clipboard, "The girl here is Loup...er..." 'E turned ta Loup, "I'm sorry, I never did quite catch your surname."
"Graves." Wheezy hacked. Loup smiled softly at 'im an' covered 'is paw wit' 'er hand.

I was a bit confused, 'til I remembered Graves was Wheezy's last name.
Awww.

Da pig arched an eyebrow but said, "Yes, miss Loup Graves is accused of cannibalism, attacking an injured man on the pavement and ripping his stomach open, causing him to bleed to death."
Doom snickered 'n' turned ta Loup. "And the defense?"
I nudged da lawyer, Iago da parrot. 'E squawked an' glared at me, "Watch where ya put that thing, Hulk."

I growled as 'e flapped on Loup's head. "Dis was a terrible idea." I groaned. "Hey, at least 'e comes cheap!" Boss snapped. "Cheap?! He asked for half of last week's pay!" I retorted. I woulda said more, but dat damn parrot started, "Your Honour, I'm sure ya can understand that my client has a certain...ailment."

We all glared at Iago. Judge FicklePickle chuckled, "Yes, and what is this ailment?"
"Well, uh..." Iago rubbed 'is feathers t'getha'. Much as I wanted Loup safe, watchin' Feather Brain all uncomfy made me snicka'. Loup sighed, brushed Iago off 'er 'ead 'n' stood up, "I can't control my actions right now, your Honour."

"You killed my husband!" Da cryin' dame screamed, standin' up. "Not on purpose!" Loup snapped.
"Order!"
"You're just a bloodthirsty freak, aren't you? No wonder your parents don't want you!"
"Why you--!"
"ORDER IN THE COURT!" FicklePickle shouted. Boss gently pushed Loup back in 'er chair, while da pig 'ad ta wipe 'is head wit' a Kleenex b'fore makin' da dame park it.

Da judge sighed 'n' turned ta Loup, "Miss Graves, I cannot ignore the fact that you killed someone, and since my clipboard says you recently turned 18, you are no longer a minor. I'm sorry, but you are hereby sentenced to ten years of prison." 'E slammed 'is wooden hammer, indicatin' dat da case was dismissed an' we were in for one lonely evenin'.

"Take her away," Da judge said. Two Toon bulldog policemen walked 'twards us 'n' grabbed Loup's arms. She grunted 'n' tried ta pull 'way, but they were strong. "Let 'er go!" We tried ta push 'em away, but all we got were kicks in da shins 'n' da groins.

I fell on da carpted floor 'n' looked up. The last t'ing I saw was Loup tryna break free 'n' lookin' at us. She was cryin'. I didn't realize I was, too, 'til my paw was soaked.

~*~

Doom's POV

I stood in the shadow, fingering the bone on my cane. If that pathetic hippo knew what was good for him, he had sentenced that ungrateful wrench to prison.
Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned and saw FicklePickle standing there, looking somewhat frightened. "Did you do it?" I demanded.
"Yes." FicklePickle said, grinning sheepishly. I smirked, "My faith in your limited intelligence is momentarily restored." I slapped $300 in his hand and said, "Now get out of my sight."
He nodded and lumbered away. Then, my two bulldog men showed up, holding onto a grunting Loup. When she saw me, she became as expressionless as an egg.

"Very good, men." I slapped $150 in each of their hands and smiled coldly at Loup, "Hello, Loup. Miss me?"
She spat in my face. I winced and wiped the slimy saliva out of my eyes...when I saw it was tinged with red. I grinned at her, "Feeling a bit odd, are we?"
I turned her around and eyed her skirt. A bushy brown tail peaked from the ankle-long skirt, and her bare feet were covered in hair as well. I grinned and stroked her cheek, "Let's get you home and...finished, shall we?"

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Chapter 15: Loup's POV

This couldn't be happening. After everything I'd been through, everything that had happened, I'd ended up right back where I'd begun.

Hell.

For the twenty-second time, I struggled against my bounds. For an old man, Doom was strong; he'd managed to tie my wrists behind me, and tie a sweaty cloth over my mouth. Oddly enough, that was the part I minded the most. Couldn't I at least have a clean cloth? This couldn't be sanitary.

Then again, the smell of sweat made me think of bodies, which made me think of blood...my stomach growled, and my throat felt like I'd swallowed a ton of bleach.

I didn't have push the bloodthirsty thoughts away for much; the van doors opened. I blinked in the sudden sunlight and saw the laboratory.
I screamed a muffled scream and tried even harder to break through the ropes. No such luck; my wrists were rubbed raw. Doom chuckled and looked at me. I could tell he was enjoying this.

"Don't worry, Loup. Your suffering is nearly terminated. I mean, your transformation is nearly complete, after all." He threw his head back and laughed like crazy. My eyes widened; it was like being blind and somehow being given sight. I'd been putting the thought off, but it was clear as summer rain.

I was changing. Nothing could stop it. Not even all the family in the world.

Doom laughed and grabbed me by the hair. Now that hurt. I screamed again and tried to kick him away, but it was kinda difficult considering my legs (which looked more like dog legs now) were chained together.
He dragged me toward the lab, where some of his goons picked up my arms and legs. I felt like a Hawaiian pig being taken to the emeu (underground oven).

"She's changing by the minute," Doom was practically drooling, "Once she's turned, I'll be untouchable." I cried in horror and kicked one of the men trying to strap me to the table.

It worked! He fell back. I sprung off of the table and dragged myself in Doom's office. "Get her!" Some guy shouted. Those morons tried to grab at me, but I slammed the door in their faces.
I locked the door with my tail. At least it proved itself useful for once.

Even though listening to those frantic idiots looking for the key wasn't exactly the most calming noise in the world, I felt a little better. I used my tail to untie my wrists, and trust me, it's not as easy as it sounds; hair kept getting stuck in between the rope, and I couldn't see what I was doing.
Finally, though, after a whole minute of struggling, the rope came loose. I tore the filthy cloth from my mouth and tugged at me feet-chains. Nothing.
Unless...

I thought about the wolf side of me: my pointed ears, my weird eyes, my tail, my hairy, paw-like feet, and the weird wrinkles forming on my face. I grunted and tugged, until I heard a loud SNAP!
"Bingo." I shook the chains off of my legs and rose.

There was a window right in front of me. Perfect. I ran to it and kicked the frame; glass splintered everywhere. I was about to climb out, when a newspaper article caught my eye:

'MR. WILLIAM GRAVES SHOT DEAD'

I stopped climbing, one leg already outside. 'Graves'? Wasn't that Wheezy's surname?
Oh, God.
I climbed back in and grabbed the newspaper article. It read, 'Today, on June 9th, 1942, a well-known Toon business-weasel was shot by a mysterious psychopath. His 16-year-old son Jacob disappeared. Police still searches for him.'

I saw a little scribble in red next to the photo of a dead weasel: 'Almost too easy'.

I felt my blood turn to ice. I tried to remember the others' stories: Greasy's mother and younger sister had been killed, Physco's brother killed someone and he took the blame for it, Smart Guy's family was kidnapped, and Stupid's family disappeared.

I looked at the framed newspaper clippings, and felt horror grow with each glance. One headline read: 'SUCCESSFUL BANKER DISAPPEARED, ALONG WITH WIFE AND DAUGHTER. SON IS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.'

Another read: 'HISPANIC MOTHER AND DAUGHTER FOUND SHOT'. Another: 'WEASEL FAMILY DISAPPEARED. YOUNGEST SON SUSPECTED TO JOIN GANGSTERS.'
The next headline read: '15-YEAR-OLD WEASEL ADMITS MURDERING A MAN. SENTENCED TO ASYLUM.'

I didn't realize I was sweating until another newspaper nearly slipped out of my hands. I wiped my hands on my skirt and looked closely. It read, 'FIVE MISSING WEASELS IN ONE WEEK'. I read the names below: Daniel Smith, Jacob Graves, Pedro Castillo, Charlie Hughes, and Fredrick Leagues.

The photos were old and wrinkled, but I would've recognized my friends anywhere.

My hands trembled, and I actually sawe my nails grow. A low growl escaped my lips as I turned to the door.

~*~

Doom's POV

"LOUP! OPEN THIS DOOR!" I banged my fist against the door. My assistants were still looking for the keys, but my paitence was worn thin.
Paper thin.
"Do you think she's escaped?" One asked. I growled and turned to him, "Don't you dare suggest that! She wouldn't! Where would she go? She commited a murder!"

The door creaked open.
I turned to see Loup standing there, one of my old newspaper articles in her hand. Well, claw now. She looked relatively calm, but that startled me. It is the same type of fear that comes when you know danger is hidden but nevertheless nearby.

"What happened to the Toon Patrol's families?" She asked, walking towards me. I took steps back, trying to get away. My ungrateful goons were already backing away. "They disappeared." I muttered.
"The newspaper would disagree." Loup growled.

"YOU KILLED THEM!" She grabbed me by the throat and pushed me against the wall. I was frozen. "Did you lie about my parents, too?" She growled. Now Loup was really scaring me. Her face was as wrinkled as a dog's, and her nose was three or four shades darker than the rest of her face. Not to mention her deep, cold blue eyes that looked like cut jems.

I looked away, "You must understand, she wasn't cooperating--"
"WHAT DID YOU REALLY DO?" Loup shook me a little. "They had it coming to them!" I shouted back. Loup's eyes narrowed into bright blue slits. She shook her head at me.
"I'm not the first, am I?" She whispered.
I didn't dare to answer. Loup's breathing grew louder until she punched the wall half an inch from my face.

I let out a yelp.

She pulled her hand out of the hole and continued to glare at me. "Double dose!" I shouted. One of my assistants grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of me. Loup slashed at him, but he hugged her from behind. She roared and lashed out, but my other assistant was quick to inject her with a double dose of monkshood.

Like I expected, she gasped and went limp in my assistant's arms. Toxic shock.
The perfect punishment.
And the perfect way to speed things up.
"Put her back in the basement." I said. They nodded and carried her to the door built in the floor. My female helper undid the locks while the male dropped Loup inside.

I watched with delight at her staring, empty eyes as the door closed and was locked.

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Smart Guy's POV

We drove ta da Toon Town prison da next mornin'. I didn't t'ink we'd be able ta get 'er out anytime soon, but 'til then, at least we could say yellow* (*hello).

Da guys weren't takin' it too good, t'ough. Grease kept stabbin' a stuffed bird 'n' pretendin' it was Iago, Physco was cryin' 'is eyes out in da back, Stupid was starin' at 'is marbles, and Wheeze just sat dere* (*there) wit' 'is fist ov'r 'is eyes.

I puffed on my cigar 'n' parked in fronna* (*front of) da prison. Since it was a Toon buildin', it 'ad a face. A mopey one, ta be exact. It took one look at us an' da lil' bundle o' food we brought 'n' said, "What's the point in coming here? All you'll see is the miserable at its most miserable."
"Shaddup!" I snapped, "Part of 'r family's in dere."

Da buildin' frowned at us. "Who?"
I glared at 'im. "A beautiful chiquita. Pale skin, brown hair up ta 'er shoulders, an' blue eyes." Greasy came up b'hind me 'n' gestured ta 'is head when 'e said, 'hair'.
Da buildin' frowned 'n' shook its head. "Nope, sorry. Nobody here fits that description."

"Whaddoya talkin' 'bout? She was taken 'way from us just yesterday!" Wheezy rasped. I could tell he'd been holdin' those words in fer a while. Da buildin' shook its 'ead again. "I'm telling you, nobody in this prison looks like that!"

"But den dat means..." I turned ta my comrads, "...Loup ain't 'ere." Physco stopped whimperin' 'n' looked at da buildin'. 'E climbed outta da car 'n' sniffed da concrete.
Afta' a sec, 'e got up, shakin' 'is head crazily. "C-can't...pick up 'er scent." 'E said. I felt my eyes narrow. Dat meant she'd neva' come. I puffed on my cigar 'n' t'ought a minute. "Phy," I said, "Ya gotta get 'er scent."

Physco nodded 'n' started sniffin' da air. 'Is pose* (*nose) went right back down on da pavement. Den, 'e sniffed in da opposite direction. "This way! Ihihihihih!" 'E started gigglin' 'n' runnin' on all fours. Greasy groaned 'n' took off 'is shoes, "These shoes," 'e said as we started runnin', "ain't made fer walkin'."

~*~

A coupla minutes lata', Physco was leadin' us straight ta da lab. Ta be honest, I wasn't too surprised. Still, I was worried as hell fer Loup; what was Doom doin' ta 'er?

My ears perked when two humans exerted* (*exited) da buildin'. I grabbed Grease 'n' Wheeze's shirts 'n' pulled 'em b'hind da buildin'. Stupid was close by, so it wasn't too hard fer 'im ta figure out where we were s'posed ta be.
Physco was still sniffin' da ground. "Physco!" Wheezy whispered next ta me.

Too late.
"Hey, what's this?" One of da dudes asked. Physco bared 'is teeth at 'em.
Ooooh, dey were gunna get it now!

"What the--?!"

POW! SHWACK! SLUCK!

I peeked my head. Physco was wipin' 'is 'ands wit' a satisfied look on 'is face. 'E grinned at us 'n' wiped 'is razor on da pavement. Da two mugs were lyin' on da ground wit' gazed* (*dazed) looks. 'E giggled like crazy 'n' said, "Time out for da huuuuumaaaaaaaaaans. Heeeheeheehee!"

I groaned 'n' rolled my eyes. "C'mon, ya mugs. Let's get movin'."

~*~

Ten minutes lata', we were knockin' on da main office door. Some dude wit' red hair answered.
"Yello, chum." I shot 'im square in da face. When 'e fell, we let 'rselves in 'n' looked 'round. "Loup!" we called, "Loup!"
"We looked ev'rywhere!" Greasy shouted five minutes lata'. "No! We can't give up on 'er!" Wheezy snapped. I frowned 'n' leaned f'rward. 'Is eyes were all shiny 'n' watery.
"Are you cryin'?" I asked. "Nunnaya business!" Wheezy wiped 'is eyes wit' a sleeve 'n' looked 'round. 'E suddenly turned 'is 'ead t'wards somethin'.

We followed his maze* (*gaze).
Dere was a door built in da floor.

We all shared a grin.

~*~

Loup's POV

Humiliating as it was, I couldn't stop whining. What I was feeling was unexplainable; I could feel hair pushing its way through not just on my legs and tail, but my chest, arms, and shoulders, too! It was like a thousand needles being jabbed in my skin. Plus, my bones and muscles were contracting; I could even hear my skin splitting in some areas. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to be brave, especially in front of Doom, who was drooling the whole way.

"How marvelous," he kept saying, "how marvelous! This is coming along beautifully! Now, all we need is one last injection..."

Oh, God no!

I felt a furry arm pinning me down. Between my gasps and groans, I opened my eyes. Wheezy was standing over me, his Tommy gun in one hand. He was looking at Doom with a look of hot hatred. "Don't touch my sister." He hissed.

Then, he kicked him in the gut. Doom fell back and hit his head on the wall. I would've hugged Wheezy on the spot, but my skin on my belly suddenly sliced open like a squeezed orange. I screamed in pain. Wheezy's eyes were on me; he looked relieved and terrified at the same time.
"Wheeze...get outta here." I managed. "Not wit'out you." Wheezy tried to pick me up, but after a few grunts, I stayed where I was. "Greasy!" Wheezy shouted, "Get ova' 'ere!"

"I am here, senorita! Don't worry." Greasy stroked my face and picked me up. Wheezy helped, and in a second Greasy was cradling me like an infant. I felt my hips contort; I'd like to say I took it quietly. "Let's go!" Wheezy sounded hysteric, "We're gonna go home, Loup. Let's go."

I sighed and closed my eyes as I felt the guys pull me out of that damn cellar. "Oh, man." Smart Guy breathed. "OK, dat's it. I'm callin' 911."
"No!" I bolted up 'n' grabbed his hand. He was surprised, but he didn't pull away. I had to say it. My time was up. "Guys..." Tears gushed from my eyes as Greasy cradled my head, "...You're my whole world."
Smart Guy blinked hard and forced a smile. He squeezed my hand. "And yer ours."

I smiled, and closed my eyes.

~*~

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Chapter 16: Wheezy's POV

Loup screamed 'gain. I looked ova' my shoulda' at da van. Physco, Boss 'n' I were in a cab, while Greasy 'n' Stupid were drivin'. I couldn't stop worryin'. Da girl kept screamin', an' she hadn't looked too good back dere.

"She'll be fine, Wheeze," Boss smiled nervously at me. I tried ta smile back, but Loup's 22nd scream killed my smile. I groaned 'n' rubbed my t'mples. All I could do was hope dat ev'rything would turn out OK.

~*~

Greasy's POV

Loup's cries were really startin' ta worry me. Dat an' all 'er thrashin'. "Duh, does Loup have a stomach ache?" Stupid asked. I glared at 'im. "Stay in yer own lil' world, Stupid," I growled, "Dis one just confuses you."
"Duh, OK Greasy!" Stupid slumped back in 'is seat. Good. At least now 'e would shaddup.

Loup let out anotha' scream, but dis time, I barely recognized it. It 'ad a roar-like quality ta it. Fer some reason, I couldn't let dis one slide. "Stupid," I said, "Take da wheel."
"Duh, OK!"
Dis was prob'ly da worse decision in Toon history, but I couldn't help it. I had ta see what Loup was doin' back dere. I sat backwards an' pulled da window back.

I nearly puked.
Loup's face was tot'lly unrecognizable, an' blood seeped outta 'er mouth like a waterfall. Da shirt she'd been wearin' went straight up as 'er back started ta rise. She made all kinda 'orrible noises an' slammed 'er 'ands 'gainst da floor. When I looked closa' I couldn't tell if dey were hands anymore 'r' paws.
Now, 'er shirt tore away ta reveal a hairy, muscular back.

'Er screams changed da howls.

My eyes were lit'rally da size o' platters. I sat back norm'lly, tryna digest what I just saw. Afta' a minute, I decided.

"Stop da car."
"Duh, what?"
"I SAID STOP DA D*MN CAR!" I snapped. Stupid pulled ova'. I jumped out 'n' opened da back door.

A huge, brown wolf lay dere, shakin' itself. I gasped loudly 'n' looked at it. It was Loup a'ight: it 'ad 'er sky-colored eyes, 'n' I could still see da ballerina trophy hangin' round 'er neck. I couldn't believe I never noticed she'd neva' taken it off.

Da wolf (t'ough it was t'ree times 's big as a reg'lar wolf) stopped shakin' 'n' saw me. It bared its huge, yella teeth 'n' lunged.
I screamed 'n' slammed da door on 'er. Da impact o' 'er slammin' 'gainst da door made me fall ova'.

I scrambled ta my feet 'n' saw Wheezy, Physco, 'n' Boss runnin' t'wards me. "What 'appened? We saw ya pull ova'." Boss said. "It's Loup! She's..." I looked away from Wheezy, "...she's a wolf." Wheezy looked like 'e'd been punched in da gut. Den again, all of 'em did. Physco whimpered, 'n' I saw tears 'n 'is eyes. "N-no..." He whimpered. I hung my 'ead.

Boss looked 'way fer a sec. Den, 'e said, "I t'ink I got an idea." We all looked at 'im.

~*~

Boss pulled ova' at da natur'l reserve. Nunna o' us 'ad made a lotta chit-chat. I pers'nally felt like my heart'd sank like a rock, but it didn't take no genius ta tell dey were feelin' it, too.
"We're 'ere." Boss said. 'Is voice sounded all croaky. Wheezy sniffed, wiped 'is eyes 'n' climbed out. I followed.

Physco was curled up in a ball, while Stupid 'ad a finger on 'is fang. "Duh, is Loup turned?" He asked. "Whaddoya t'ink?" Boss snapped. 'E lit a cigar 'n' puffed like crazy. Den, 'e rubbed 'is 'ands togetha'. Wheezy 'anded me 'is machine gun 'n' pulled at one 'o da doors. Boss pulled at da otha'.

Loup roared 'n' leapt out. She skidded out 'n' rolled in da dirt, kickin' 'er legs in da air. She kinda reminded me o' a puppy. Well, minus da fangs, claws, an' all-ova' scary appearance. She howled, but dis time, it sounded happier. She got up, shook 'erself, 'n' looked at us. I dunno why, but I t'ink, deep down, she knew who we were.

Loup nodded once at us. Den, she disappeared in da woods.

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Everyone's POV

Six months passed.

Doom lost all memory of that fateful day due to hitting his head, and the Toon Patrol continued to work for him. They hated it, but they'd already fired up their résumés and tried to find other jobs...unsuccesfully.

Doom always asked what became of his monster, and while the others bit the insides of their cheeks, Smart Guy always said the same thing: 'She couldn't take it no more, boss. She split* (*slit) 'er own t'roat.'

As for the guys themselves, well, they didn't stop talking about Loup like one would expect; quite the contrary. They talked about her at least once a day, and Physco filled his room with drawings of Loup showing up and saying hello.
Of course, it didn't happen.

Wheezy took Loup's departure the hardest. Whenever he saw the photos taped on the walls, he always found his cheeks wet and his nose runny.

~*~

One night, exactly six months after they freed Loup, the Toon Patrol drove back home in their black van. They passed the natural reserve.
Nobody spoke much.

A dark shape darted in front of them. "Hey!" Smart Guy turned on the lights. Greasy growled and pulled out his switchblade, but they all froze when the light touched the shape.

It was a huge brown wolf. It had huge eyes the color of sapphires, and its black lips were so dark they were almost purple. It had a long bushy tail, though some fur was missing on the front paws. When the weasels looked closer, they saw scars (specifically long, straight cuts). The wolf didn't howl or bark or even attack them. It just stood there, looking at them. It wasn't a look of predator against prey, but of...familiarity.

Warmth.
Love.

It took a step forward.
It was then did the golden ballerina around its neck come into view.

The weasels looked at each other and smiled.

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