Werewolves in London?!

[gpie]

"She's there! Shoot-shoot!!!"

The hairy humanoid with a wolf-like profile, backed herself against the brick wall of the alley as the yard closed in on her. She bared her canines and snarled, viciously. She was unclothed and exposed. Her tail draped behind her in a stiff manner. She hissed, her ears flat against her head.


"You will die you evil beast! You shall have no mercy!" an officer declared as he pushed passed the others with a rifle in his hands.

The humanoid roared at him, warningly. The office only seemed to take offense and cocked his rifle. The humanoid yelped in pain as a bullet peirced her left shoulder. She slipped against the wall, but caught herself, panting heavily. She madly looked about for a way out. Why was she hear? A werewolf?! They were a myth! These men wanted to kill her! She was a sentient being! NOt some mindless killing machine! She leaped with great effort, catching herself on a low railing. Here she climbed as the yard shot at her. She cleared the roof in a few short hops and was gone over the roof. Her backside bled freely, slight slowing her run.

[Slake]

221.B Baker street was always covered in fog around this time in the earlier mornings. Everyday it was the same and I drew my own conclusions as to why. Elementary, really. The factories are maned at about 7:24 A.M, sharp, but it takes them a while to get the factories fully operational, or, running, thus causing the fog-or smoke- to rise from their industrious forms at exactly 7:38 and since the atmosphere of London is already covered in a thick cloud cover it is only practical for it to travel quickly for the downtown lower city dwellings to the upper-class realms here.

I felt slightly frustrated as I plucked at my violin's strings before running a pale hand across it's smooth surface to prepare it for the bow. No new cases.... That was something to be amazed by but not surprised by. Not everyone also had something, in my class, of extraordinary going on, but when they did they always came to me and me only.
I was interrupted from the, almost beautiful, sound of my own music when a thought came to mind. I could test a new aquatic gum germ on Gladstone and see if it does properly produce the exact amount of black, molding, skin tissues I have studied it would.
I clicked my tongue then my socked heels and spun toward the door of my dark living counters. I preferred the darkness when compared to the light because it allowed more room for the blank space to be filled in the mind and it set me at ease. But now is not the time for wishy-washy explanations on how I conduct my methods.
I straddled down the stairs of the apartment Dear Dr. John Watson (( who was still asleep, I presumed )) and I shared together. He was a wonderful man, the greatest I have ever known and yet so simple and foolish. He also had this impeccable talent for observing and spouting the blunt and bleeding obvious. It was quiet embarrassing at times but I had to refrain from being utterly cruel to the, practically, detective in training. I smiled at the thought of him attempting to do what I was about to do to his bull-dog, if I could find the devil.
I sunk to the floor and laid my temple against the ground to examine thoroughly under a sofa the pet often snoozed under when he was on the run. He was accustomed to my experiments on him but he hadn't completely accepted them just yet.
It was a strange thing as I examined the house over and over in all the places the dog normally stayed and found no trace of the beast. It then became clear that Watson must have had something to do with his disappearance or Mrs.Hudson did.
I growled lowly and pushed myself up from the floor at a dreadfully quick pace before I marched out to the kitchen where the good landlord/"House keeper" roamed.
Quickly I scanned the floors to see if there were traces of her leaving in or out recently, but there was no sign aside from her wet boot print from last night. displeased with her lack of activity I searched further into the room only to find the top of my head, which hung low to my chest, bumping into her bosom.
She let out a surprised shriek and gave me a cold slap across the left cheek in exactly two point three seconds. I was also shocked at her reaction considering it was a accident and she didn't wait to react until after she had hauled off and slapped me.
But that was how woman were, all of them. They took everything men did as some sort of attraction or offense to their sex.

"Mr. Holmes!" screamed she, "What are you doing out here so early? And why aren't you looking where you are going?" It was very clear to me that by the slight coloring of her cheeks, that were about as red now as my left one, that she was expecting much more from our simply ordinary morning encounter. As she always did. Also there was a hint of guilt in the colors, which is where the almost red, instead of pink, color came from. She was misunderstanding my happenings and felt a bit guilty for her ultimate defense to them.
"I was looking for Watson' bull-pup, Gladstone. As you well know he lives here and I was wondering which one of you, Watson or yourself, has run off with the creature and not told me where he is." said I plainly and ignoring the pain in my face to the utmost extent. Emotions were a weakness and they will be what cause you the physical pain, if you allow them to control you.

"Oh," She said, smiling and scuffing her right-slippered-foot on the hard wood floors. She was fully expressing her guilt now. "I see. I haven't seen him around since last night, Mr. Holmes. I am sorry."
I smiled back, as warmly as I could bring myself to after the slap. At least I had been awakened for the day more then the coffee had done a hour before this. "It is perfectly alright, Mrs.Hudson I understand completely that you don't know where he is. I shall just have to continue my search alone and with no further clues from this... end." I said in a hissing tone, gesturing to the room and peoples-Mrs.Hudson- around me in a pleasant but unpleasant manner.
"O-Oh yes, Mr.Holmes. But that wasn't what I was sorry for." She blurted, placing a hand down on the lightly arranged table next to her with a modest flower and dish set.
I gave her a confused expression as if I knew nothing of what she was talking about, or like she was a mad man who had been wearing baggy clothes and foaming at the mouth while prancing around London, now, stark naked. She shrank back at the stare and shook her head, just as I knew she would, saying, " Never mind, Mr. Holmes. I hope you find Gladstone and if I see him I will let you know first hand. I promise you that." She chuckled nervously and fingered at her graying hair strains in her old face before turning away and going back about her business.
"Thank you, Mrs.Hudson, I shall appreciate that very much." Was all I said, then I turned, myself, and left the kitchen knowing that the last place that mutt could be is with Watson, and he was-more then likely- withholding him from me deliberately as some sort of pay back from a past event he still hadn't forgiven and forgotten.
Watson had a way with bringing up the past the worst moments, no my experiment was going to have to wait!

[gpie]

The dark furred-humanoid traveled slowly, but consistently until she was well out of range of the Yard. She felt ashamed and embarrassed that those men had seen her bare, but they thought she was merely a fuzzy upright beast. It was so misty and gray, they probably hadn't seen her unmentionables.

The humanoid, crouched on top of an old mannor, her hazel wolf-like eyes, piercing through the morning fog. Her bluish gray ears were pricked, picking up the sounds of the hussle and bussle of the london traffic. Her grayish blue snout picked up the foul an delightful scents of animals, horse manure, bakeries, and homless hobos that crouched in the dirty places of the streets. Here they scratched themselves, fed themselves, and begged for the slightest gesture of kindness that would ensure their next meal and another degree of warmth. It disgusted the humanoid to no end that they would wallow in their own filth. But then they couldn't help that. They were homeless and they had no money. Was this to become of her now?

"I don't know where I am," the humanoid lamented, placing a bare grayish palm on her blood saturated shoulder. "How did I get here? Why do not have my clothes?"

A picture show of memories flooded into her mind. Strange people she didn't know. She shook her head and focused on the now. Her excessively long tail waded behind her, hovering above the rooftop. It was as long as she was and longer still. It was essential for it helped her keep her balance when running and jumping from the rooftops. At least, when she was still doing her job as a runner. She delivered missing and valuable items to their rightful owners. It was a dangerous job where she was at. Gangs, and terrorists had been after her. How she got here she didn't know.

"I have to get pressure on this. I can't bleed to death. My lower back is killing me!" the humanoid groaned, stiffly moving away from the edge she perched on.

Wherever she was she didn't belong here. There were nothing but humans here. Humans that had never seen a being like her before. They called her a werewolf. She wasn't a werewolf. She was a yingo. A yingo had the profile of a werewolf, but she was not a werewolf at all. Werewolves were stupid, feral beasts. All they did was kill. She didn't. The Yingo stiffly made her way to another edge where she peered down below on her hands and feet. She was normall incredibly lithe. It was easy to mistake her for a werewolf with the way she could crawl, sneak, climb, and carry herself learnedly to keep from being seen in the dark and even in the day. However, thanks to these 2 new wounds she was in pain. Severe pain. She moved forward and slipped. She tried to catch herself flipping around as she fell off the roof, digging her clawed hands into the onning of the roof. She tried to pull herself up, but her shoulder pulsated with pain. It took all of her will power to keep hanging on. She moved her legs under her and hissed in pain as the wound in her lower back caused her trouble.

A nearby decorative statue caught her attention. She strafed over to it, growling in pain as she locked her clawed hands and feet onto its textured surface. She did this several more times to various window seals and stairs until she finally collapsed to the moist, stone ground of an alleyway. She was pushing herself to even get this far. She needed clothing to wrap around her wounds to keep them from bleeding anymore. A canine whimper escaped her lips as she struggled to pick herself up. Her tail draped limply behind her.

The yingo ventured to the street, but slid down against a wall, safely averted behind some barrels. She couldn't just walk out there and ambush someone and take their clothes. Everybody would see her.

"I need a doctor," she gasped softly to herself, clenching her shoulder and curling her tail to her body in pain.


Eventually she moved to the deeper confines of the alleyway and averted herself by forming a house-like enclosure of old and new crates, concealed by old sails from fishing boats and various other things. She kept her hand pressed against her shoulder wound. After checking herself over she found out that she had no more than a flesh wound on her lower back. She had been grazed. It was a relief. She watched the people go by hour after hour. Keeping her ears pricked for any stragglers. If they came too close and found her she would defend herself by killing them. She couldn't risk being seen. Besides, they were going to kill her anyways. She'd make the first move.



((Slakems, I LOVED your post! It's like you ARE sherlock, but then again you say you are and I believe you now not that I didn't before but seriously, I convinced XD LOLS! I like how you go into detail with what he does and his emotions. Now I can feel how he thinks which is what he wants when he wants it. He's rather like a little kid! Slake I think I'm watching another movie with Sherlock holmes due to your narration! You add great detail to the people in your narration. How they feel why the feel. Very nice work hon! 8DDD))

[tuesdaybee]

I was holding Gladstone in my arms, we were hiding in the bath-tub and the dog seemed rather bored he laid his head down on my arm slightly drooling on me. Oh that was gross, I don't know how Holmes can stand being drooled on I hoped that Holmes wouldn't be able to find us. Yet it wouldn't be long now I just know it, any second Holmes would fly through the door with a insane look on his face. I shivered and hugged the bull-dog more since Holmes had gotten a hold of the poor little, Gladstone he hadn't been eating and would drink only sometimes. I didn't like the fact that he was abusing Gladstone even if he said something like, "Oh its nothing, he doesn't mind." he does and its bad for him. The bull-dog looked up at me with pitiful eyes he was whimpering and shivering some there was still some lingering drool but still-he looked so cute and in pain.

I decide that's it no more hiding! Standing and hopping out of the tub I hold Gladstone close I wander over to the door and open it, carefully creeping across the floor and toward my room even though he might be there it was worth a shot, this poor dog could no longing suffer. And then the horrible creak on the floor was my undoing!

[Slake]

That sound was the sound of a dog whimpering at exactly two to three feet to the back-side of my toward the bathroom, then the creaking in the floor gave away my friends' position.
"Watson," I said, coolly as I spun around to face him. Judging by his messy clothes that needed to be pressed and ironed, he obviously had been hiding somewhere for quiet some time and since Gladstone was about last night around mid-night but not this morning only meant that he had taken him earlier then I had risen and left my living space. He had set me up to think he was still asleep and Gladstone had just "magically" disappeared. But I was far to cunning for such a pre-school trick and I guessed that the criminal was Watson easily, but I also assumed, to much, that Mrs. Hudson might have been aiding his escape.
"You should know better then you take our dog away, I know when he is missing just as I know when you are behind something that happens or if something is moved in the house." I continued, walking closer to him, tottering slowly on one foot then the next with my hands clasped behind my back, my right one holding my Violin.

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[gpie]

The yingo nursed her aching shoulder for a time as she hid out in the enclosure she had created, using a torn segment of the cloth-like sail she had found to clot the blood. Some time passed until she grew hungry and bored. Restless. The mist still hadn't lifted in the city. In fact, it had somewhat gotten worse. The yingo emerged from her enclosure and ignored her pain. She trekked, stealthily to the edge of the alley. The humans were hair rasingly close. Her nostrils flared as she aquired their scents then blew out of nose to reset it to take in new smells.

Her head suddenly rose as she picked up a delicious scent. It wasn't meat. But she could use some meat right now. She'd do that after she found this tongue-lolling smell. It was bakery based. Bread...rolls... She pricked her ears as her hunger grew. It was time to eat. The yingo whisked her excessively long, lion-like tail about. She stood and skulked over to the side of the building. She braced herself to the pain and began to climb the building. She made it to the top and swiftly followed her nose, dashing from building to building. She balked when she picked up the loud chime of the clock tower in the distance. She was moving again in no time. It had just startled her.

"Sir, we lost it in the dawn. We don't know where it went," an officer whined to his superior.

"You best find it, you wuss, get out there and look for it! People could panic and it could kill. No, it WILL kill. That's what those damned beasts do!"

The officer was shooed away where he gathered the rest of his sqaud and they patrolled the streets. Above them a shady figure leaped over a gap of the buildings they traveled in between landing lithely on the other side. The figure, growled, peering over the edge to hear them talking.

"Racist, humans!" the figure spat before dissapearing. The yingo ran to the opposing edge and leaped without fear to the ground below. She landed squarely in a crouching manner. Her long tail danced back and forth and her sharp eyes pierced through the fog. She could see the bakers moving in and out of their outdoor ovens in the mist. Talking, laughing, shouting out their prices for their delicious rolls.

The yingo practically watered the already wet ground with her drool. She expertly stalked up to the bakers. She crouched behind a mass of barrels and watched them from there. She heard one citizen complain about the cold. The yingo scoffed.

"Quit whinning you panzy," she murmured to herself. She was warm in her fur. Lacking another layer of clothing was actually a good thing for the yingo. Her fur was so thick she would over heat with clothes on.

So the yingo waited. Much to her surprise she was just on the otherside of the place where the bakers set their massive rolls to cool. She got closer, her nostrils flaring. She sighed in delight to the smell. the bread just had that doughy smell. There were over a dozen on each tray. She ended up taking one tray just to be safe. She backed into the alley way as far as she could and ate them, greedily.

[tuesdaybee]

I glared at Holmes and shook my head at him, "I do not know what you've done to him however, you may NOT have him right now. He needs to get well first." I said and nodded and patting Gladstone's head. He whimpered and rubbed his face against my chest and snuggled in all warm in my arms. I smile down at him but snap my eyes back to my Flat-mate and hold my ground, "Please Holmes, leave the poor thing alone." I pleaded looking at my friend with big blue eyes. I tried to look as hopeless as I could so he might let me go.

Gladstone was slightly snoring in his sleep.

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[Slake]

I rolled eyes and sighed impatiently as Watson spoke, his voice and face so filled with pity for the dog but I saw no problem with continuing to use him in my experiments. He was hindering my very sanity and pointed fingers at me like I was the cruel one, he was leaving me on the edge of insanity deliberately.

"He looks perfectly healthy to me, Watson. You are just seeing things and making them up, so you can have him around you instead." said I, walking over to my friend and Gladstone, patting him fondly on the head. His fur smelled like the tub. I smiled as I uncovered and deduced exactly where in the bathroom he had been hiding. He really went to great lengths just to keep his pet safe. What a good mother. I smiled more at the thought and turned my eyes up to Watson's disapproving and suspicious face.
"Why do you take issue with me using him? He isn't being hurt. he is just as curious as me in some matters, aren't you boy?" I said, rubbing his head more roughly.
"In fact it is so harmless, I could use you instead of him if you like." I stated placing my pride on the line and straightening my back out to look taller and more strict. "I would use myself as a subject but logically I need to observe the effects from the outside and not be conditioned with them. That will merely hinder me." I added for extra reassurance. I was lying though, the side-effects of this could make one very sick (( vomiting, slight fever, and drowsiness. )) because of what I was using, in this case, I was inexperienced, so, ink was my last and only resort to practice with. Still, Watson was a good man, as I explained before, and odds are that he will hear this and become the fluffy pillow he is underneath that Stern solider that, I can always rely on coming out, who allows me the room I need to conduct my experiments.
I waited for him to transform with peace knowing it wouldn't be long.

[gpie]

The yingo licked her jowls in contentment. However she was still hungry. She knew better than to solely limit herself to bread. The carbs would equal nothing but fat. She dumped the tray and climbed another building, scanning the city. It was similar to her homeland, but it was not the same. The smells, sounds, people were different. She hugged herself in slight shame. She wanted clothes. But not heavy one's. It would be okay for now. It was cool here. Cold even. She was comfortable for the time being.

The yingo checked her wounds. They were both doing better, but they ached like mad. She needed to rest for now. But where? With the word out about there being a mad beast, a werewolf, at that, she couldn't do anything at this time. No sir. The yingo found an abandoned shack atop the roof she was steaking out on. Some homeless person had most likely constructed it. Their human scent was disgusting, but it was so faint they were likely to not be coming back. She got comfortable inside of it and rested. She felt safe here. high up where nobody would be. Here she rested to heal her wounds.

[tuesdaybee]

I look down at my dog and shake my head, "He does not look fine, Holmes! He is sick!" I protested, the poor little thing always getting abused by Holmes in some kind of way! Damn him sometimes-yes I know he likes to do those sort of things but Gladstone is a dog, it is unfair of Holmes honestly. Gladstone moved around in my arms and started quietly growly at the man across from us, "You see my dear, Holmes? He is upset at you." I hissed and held the bull-dog away from the man's reaching arms.

I hoped that he would drop this and leave the dog alone, I didn't mind if we 'hung' out for a while just as long as Gladstone got to get away.