First mission (Guilotine)

[Guillotine]

Guillotine had begun to wonder what the imp had been going on about. He’s said that Peter was bad news? Ha, was he high? Peter was as tame as a show dog. There wasn’t a single savage bone in the human’s body. Oh, how wrong Gil was. It didn’t take the male long to find out why the imp had run. Peter continued to sit there, doubled over in pain. Gil couldn't help but to wonder what was happening to his dear friend. Soon, he figured it out when Peter began to change. Struggling to keep his humanity Peter had told Gil to go after the suspect. Did he really just say that, at a time like this? Gil shook his head. “ Like hell I’m leaving you here alone. You should know better than that, Runt!” Guillotine barked. There was no way in hell he was about to go after the suspect with Peter in this state. Guillotine wanted to help Peter. Something in Gil’s head was telling him to keep his distance from the human. No matter how much Gil wanted to help him, his body just wouldn’t take a step towards the man. It was only a matter of time until he found out why. Just before Peter’s transformation was complete, he’d barked out another order that Gil just wasn’t going to obey. “No! I’m not leaving you! Do you f*cking hear me!?” With that Peter’s body shifted. A tall fierce werewolf took Peter’s place and towered over Guillotine.

Ah yes, this was a familiar face. Guillotine’s eyes narrowed, he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. This was the wolf from the forest. Why had Peter been there that night? Better yet why didn't the human tell him that he, in fact, wasn’t a human at all? Had peter been lying to him the entire time about his identity? Guillotine shook the thought from his head. Now wasn't the time to be thinking of such things. He needed to get Peter back under control. “D-don’t worry about the mission anymore. Lets just go back to the-” Gil stopped in mid sentence as the wolf used his powerful legs to bound over him. Guillotine flinched for a moment before spinning around to see the wolf run off. “What the hell!?” Gil barked as he attempted to transform.

Guillotine tried so desperately to make his body head up. But nothing happened. Not a single spark, nothing. Why, why couldn’t he transform? Couldn't have been hs medicine? He did take an extra dose today. Cursing under his breath Guillotine ran after the wolf instead. He didn't have time to be waiting around for his body to transform. The male was much slower than Peter but he was still able to hold the young Were’s scent. Even if he lost sight of the mutt he would find him eventually. Guillotine couldn't believe what was happening. Peter had been the wolf he’d met before in the woods. Did the humn have some of double life or something? “P-Peter come back!” Guillotine barked. Great, not only did he just f*ck up the mission but he was about to lose his partner too. Oh what kind of mess he was in. The PIDA wasn’t going to be happy about this. Who knows what Peter would do now that he was in the skin of a wolf. Did the human have instincts like Gil had? Would he kill some innocent bystander? “ Damn it, Runt. You got some explaining to do!” Guillotine mumbled as he continued to sprint after the wolf. Oh, this was going to be a long night.

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Why didn't Guil listen to him? That was the only thing that Peter was confused on. Course as the werewolf, what the human thought was irrelevant. Now it was the werewolf's turn to be in command. The mission was forgotten by the beast but for some reason, the imp's scent caused the werewolf to become curious enough. Why was it gone the opposite direction though? Shaking it's head, the werewolf didn't care. Skidding to a halt, the werewolf took a different direction to double pack though as it ran the scent of Guil came to it's nose.

Similar to the scent that it had meet in the words though not important enough to take much care of. Searching for the imp's scent over the smell of gasoline and other human things, it soon found it. Going after the imp from a bit of a taller vantage point as the wolf jumped onto a dumpster before landing in front of the imp; probably scaring it half to death. A slight snarl was on it's face as it crouched there. Rather odd looking thing.

[Guillotine]

Guillotine skidded to a stop, doubling over he put his hands on his knees and began to pant. He knew had to keep running, but he just needed to stop for a moment to catch his breath. Sitting inside Jesse’s house all day didn’t help with his cardio. Man, he was really out of shape. “I-I’m getting t-to old for this shit, damn it.” He whimpered before feeling a rush of air brush past him. Looking up he’d seen the wolf run by him. Of all the rotten luck. Gritting his teeth the male growled. He was more annoyed than he was angry. “You better pray I don’t catch you Peter. I’ma’ beat the shit outta’ you!” He barked before spinning around and going after the wolf once more. Just where was Peter going anyway? The wolf seemed confused. Did his nose pick up on something? It didn’t take long to figure out that the wolf was going after their suspect. The imp’s scent had surged back into his own nose. “Oh, Shit!” Gil barked as he attempted to run faster. Their job was to bring the imp in, not kill him. By the way things were going the imp was going to get slaughtered by Peter. "Peter stop!"

The imp meanwhile was still trying to run. The little imp didn’t get very far. Just when it thought it lost the agents the werewolf jumped from the dumpster and landed right in front of him. Needless to say, this nearly gave the little guy a heart attack. “GUAHHHH!!!” The little imp yelled, skidding to a stop just before running into the wolf’s muzzle. Tense the little guy tried to stay perfectly still. “P-Please, I beg of you. Don’t hurt me!” He said, sweat had began to drip from his shiny red head. Just as he thought the wolf was going to eat him Gil arrived. Guillotine was cursing up a storm while approaching Peter and the imp. Panting heavily he said. “S-Stop running, R-Runt!”  Guil barked, he had to stop once again to catch his breath. The imp meanwhile continued to pray that the wolf wouldn’t gobble him up right then and there.

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With the imp at a stop, the wet black nose of the wolf twitched flared open as they took in the scent of the imp. Course the yell from the imp caused the ears to twitch and lower slightly. The words of the imp didn't really matter to the werewolf but really the werewolf wasn't going to hurt him oddly enough. This was the second supernatural that he had met that wasn't a werewolf, so it was strange to him. Wet nose bumped against the Imp's forehead though other than getting his head wetter, no harm came to him.

However, being called a runt by Guil caused the wolf's ears two perk and a low growl left him as he looked over to Guil. Peter was the one who was fine with being called runt, the werewolf however, was not. Hackles rose slightly though not in complete agitation, more like frustration? Though that wasn't it. Raising a large paw like hand, the werewolf aimed to send the Imp over to Guil. Sure it would sting but no real harm would happen, if the large paw like hand landed, the imp would've been sent flying at Guil. If not....who cares.

The werewolf didn't know why but it felt like the man calling him a runt was suppose to do something with the Imp. After sending the imp Guil's way, the werewolf took off once more.

[Guillotine]

What a hell of a night this was turning out to be. Not only was Gil stuck in his human form, but it also appeared that Peter was a werewolf! Who would have know? Certainly, not Gil. Oh, the hound wanted to strangle Peter. The little bastard continued to run, leaving Guillotine in the dust. With pent up frustrations already at an all time high it didn’t help that Peter didn’t tell Gil about his affiliation with the supernatural. Gil thought the young male had lied to him about his wolfish abilities. Little did he know, Peter had been recently turned into a werewolf. The poor human had been forced into the role. At the time Gil didn’t know this. So he was hell bent on punishing the human, but that would have to wait. For now he just needed to catch the damn wolf before he hurt anyone.

When Guillotine stopped to investigate the young werewolf he frowned. There Peter stood nose to nose with the tiny imp. Peter looked as if he were ready to swallow the little guy whole. sh*t, if I don’t do something Peter is going to kill him. Guillotine thought. His mind began to race, running through all of the possibilities. Could he distract the werewolf? It was possible to challenge the male in his hellhound form. They would be evenly matched. Too bad he couldn't transform. His body just wasn’t cooperating. There was nothing he could really do. Running at the werewolf would be suicide. What else was he to do though? Being a human sure had it’s downfalls. Gil couldn't help but to blame his shortcomings on his medication. He’d never had this problem until he started taking higher does of his prescription. Man, if only he’d been smart and didn’t take that second pill he’d be able to confront Peter on an even level. Shaking the thought from his head the hellhound glared forward. There was no going back, not since the medication had already made it into his system. He’d have to wait till tomorrow when it wore off. The problem was he didn’t have till tomorrow to deal with this. Peter had to be dealt with right then and there.

Cursing to himself, Guillotine rushed towards Peter. Hopefully he could distract the wolf so he didn’t make a snack out of their suspect. Peter appeared to be one step ahead of him however. After sniffing the terrified imp’s head he raised his claws. Peter brought it down with enough force to sweep the poor demon off his little feet. It was sent flying in Guillotine’s direction. With not enough time to dodge the red projectile Gil opened his arms in an attempt to catch the imp. He managed to catch the little guy in his arms. However, the force behind the imp was enough to knock Gil back onto butt. Landing on his tailbone hadn’t been too pleasant. Moving his hands to his lower back the hound began to growl in pain. Meanwhile the imp appered to be scared sh*ttless. Sitting in Gil’s lap and clutching the hound’s shirt the imp watched in horror as Peter stood up. It was half expecting Peter to attack, but instead the wolf turned around and bolted. Breathing a sigh of relief the imp turned back to Gil.

“Take me wherever you want! Just get me far away from that wolf, man! That thing tried to eat me!” The little imp yelled as he grabbed Gil’s shirt and began to shake the poor man. Guillotine growled in response. Grabbing the imp’s hands he yelled, “If you keep that up he won’t be the only one you have to worry about!” After that being said he gave the imp a shove, knocking the little Guy out of his lap. With a huff, Gil slowly stood up. He stood there and watched Peter run off into the distance. Great, Peter wanted to continue this cat and mouse game. Guillotine was getting sick and tired of it. This wasn’t good, not good at all. Looking back down at the trembling imp Gil said, “ I will make you a deal. You are free to go, but if I ever see you around here again I will personally make sure that wolf tears your f*cking head off. Got it?” Gil barked, a low growl could be heard in his voice. The imp didn’t seem to have any problems with this. It gave Gil a nod before taking off into a nearby alley. With that taken care of Gil turned his attention back to Peter. Oh, what a night. Grumbling he sprinted after Peter. He could only hope he could catch up to the werewolf before he caused anymore trouble. 

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It wasn't a game to the werewolf. It was a search. Skidding to a halt a little ways away from where he left Guil. The werewolf sniffed the air, searching for the scent of his comrade. Though it was hard. Her scent wasn't anywhere in this strange place. Just horrible smells from the cars and other things. Where? Where was she? The werewolf remembered full well what happened last full moon, the two strange canines had threatened her. Were they still there? Back at the woods? If she was there as well as them then there was gonna be trouble. Unknown to him though one of the hounds was chasing after him in their human form.

Before he could take off once more, a car horn had gone off. The loud sound caused the werewolf's ears to hurt and thus the beast let lose a snarl like growl of pain. Putting large paw like hands against it's ears even as they were lowered against his head.

[Guillotine]

Guillotine grinned as the werewolf’s scent streamlined into his sensitive nose. He was so close, he could taste it! Just a little further. Gil told himself. The hellhound was exhausted from all this running. Ever since he moved in with Jesse his activity level had plummeted. Up until this point, he’d never been allowed outside alone. Gil had spent many days locked inside of that Jesse’s home. Now that he was out he’d began to realize just how out of shape he was. All of this cardio was starting to wear on him. Sweat dripped down Guillotine’s brow as he rounded a corner. Panting heavily, he finally came across Peter. “F-Finally, it is about damn time this little shit stopped running.” Guillotine barked to himself. He looked forward at Peter. The werewolf was crouching down and covering his sensitive ears from the nose of traffic. Perfect, he was distracted. Quickly moving forward Guillotine didn’t intend on letting the werewolf escape again.

Just as he crept onto the werewolf Gil’s knee suddenly locked up. This had been an unexpected turn of events. Gritting his teeth, Guillotine winced in pain. The tall man stumbled due to his bum knee and fell onto the distracted beast. Gil had fallen face first onto the fluffy Were’s back. Why did this have to happen to him? Not only could he not transform but his knee wanted to give him trouble too? What a hell of a night this was turning out to be. Gil’s pale hand gripped onto the werewolf’s fur. Clinging to Peter’s furred waist Gil tried to pull himself up. What rotten luck he had. Once on his feet Gil had realized just how close he was to the male. Gil didn't have enough time to think about how much his knee hurt. He needed to do something about Peter, and fast. Guillotine needed to stop Peter here and now. He couldn’t afford to chase after the bastard anymore. How was he going to go about this? Gil was going to do what come naturally, bite. Still clinging to the wolf Gil opened his mouth and attempted to bite the beast on the shoulder. Even in his human form Gil’s teeth were pretty damn sharp. Sure, he wouldn't take off an arm anytime soon but he could still pull a chunk of flesh out of someone. Luckily for Peter he wouldn't go that far. Instead he would bite him just enough to draw a little blood, if he was able. He would try to hold on if the Were was going to fight. With any luck he could try to wear the wolf down, unless the mutt had a trick up his fluffy sleeve.

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With his ears ringing the beast didn't take much notice around him. So when he felt something fall onto him, the beast's ears perked and he rose to his feet quickly. What was this?!!! Feeling the bite from Guil, a confused barkish growl left him as he tried to look over his shoulder. What was this man doing? What hackles the werewolf had were flattened down due to Guil clinging to him, though if Guil wasn't they would've risen halfway due to his confusion. What did this man want?! He gave him the imp wasn't that enough?! The scent of blood came to his black nose, causing it to twitch and take in the scent. It was his own blood!

Reaching with a large paw like hand, the werewolf attempted to grab Guil by the back of his shirt. His claws weren't anywhere near Guil's skin. Hurting this man wasn't what he wanted. Getting him off was what he did want though. If he didn't succeed in getting him off this way then he would release Guil and take off running, trying to get the man to lose his grip if he was able to run fast or long enough.

[Guillotine]

Regret quickly wormed it’s way into Guillotine’s skull. He silently cursed to himself. Why did he do this? The hound knew he had to stop Peter from causing any trouble. It was his job to protect the humans after all. But, why did he just go with the idea to bite the hound? It had unfortunately been the first thing that came to mind. And, without thinking it over, Gil did it. Hearing the Werewolf’s confused growls Gil released a few muffled growls of his own.

Guillotine just about pissed himself when he saw Peter’s large claw hover over him. What was Peter planning to do with that thing? Gil’s forest green eyes widened in fear as the claw began to lower. Was he going to crush Gil’s skull or perhaps tear is face off? Any sensible person would have released the werewolf then and there. However, Gil wasn’t exactly an intellectual individual. He continued to cling to the beast for dear life. The hellhound really didn’t want to chase after Peter again. Especially now that his knee was starting to give him problems. Gil tightened his grip on the hound’s shoulder. He dug his fangs deeper into the werewolf’s flesh in an attempt to hopefully stop him. This didn’t work.

The claws continued to come ever so closer to his person. Still, Gil didn’t want to let go. Like an idiot, Guillotine closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable pain that was sure to come. Gil could feel his cloths being pulled, but no pain. It took Gil a minute to realize that Peter wasn’t trying to hurt him. Opening his eyes he saw that the large claw had gripped his shirt and started to pull on it. The crafty werewolf was trying to pull him off! Gil wasn’t having it. With a growl Gil continued to cling to the beast. He could feel his body beginning to get pulled upward. It took everything in the hellhound's power to stay on Peter. Blood rushed into his mouth as he bit down harder. It didn’t take long for Peter to give up this fight. The werewolf had another plan of action up his fluffy little sleeve. This new plan would make Gil regret his decision to cling to the wolf like a spider monkey.

Without warning Peter took off again, with Gil still clinging to him. Oh, how Gil wished he had let go sooner. Hanging onto a large werewolf while it ran through the streets wasn’t a pleasant experience. Wolf piggyback rides weren’t as fun as one would expect. With his mouth beginning full of the werewolf’s foul blood the hound took a moment to spit it out. His lips were stained red with Peter’s crimson. “This is just as uncomfortable for me as it is for you, Runt! “ Guillotine barked. Suddenly, a new plan streamed into his skull. If he could hold on long enough maybe he could tire the wolf out? That could very well work.

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The man just wouldn't let go. Frustration hit the wolf as Guil bite down harder, it still hurt a little bit but it was still a great deal annoying! What did he want?! Taking off was the only other thing the werewolf could think of. Maybe the man would lose his grip if he ran fast enough? Well it was certainly worth trying. The man just wouldn't let go nor would he stop biting him. This was really just plan ridiculous. As Guil spoke, the werewolf skidded to a halt and crouched down, now on all fours.

"Off!" the rough raspy, forced like voice requested.

The werewolf started to shake, as if he was a dog who had just gotten soaking wet and was trying to get dry. Maybe this would get the man off? The werewolf was hopeful that it would cause really, he didn't want to hurt the man just to get him off. Though whether or not it would work was doubtful but there was a small chance.

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Why couldn’t Peter just be a normal individual like the hellhound had previously thought? Why did the human have to lie about his other half? The more Gil thought about this the tighter he gripped the wolf’s fur. Peter wasn’t going to get away. Not tonight. Guillotine would make it his mission to punish his friend for lying to him about his condition. Peter was in for a hell of a night once he transformed back into his human side. Wait. That was it! Guillotine didn’t know much about werewolves. However, it should have been common sense to know they changed back when the morning sun rears it’s ugly head. Guillotine had to think what could he do? He had finally came to a solution. The moon, Peter changed because of the moon. Gil soon figured out that he had to keep Peter preoccupied until the sun came up. By morning he would turn back into a human. God, why did he think of this before!?

Just as the idea crept into his skull the Were had stopped. The sudden half had caused Gil’s nose to smack into Peter’s shoulder. The pain only lasted a second. To the hellhound it felt like an eternity. With his brow furrowed Gil looked down at the wolf. Confused as to why he got down on all fours. What was this wolf planning? Soon Gil found out. As the wolf began to shake Gil could no longer hold his grip. The beast was already tired from the chase. He was just about spent. When Peter shook the force flung Gil off. The beast landed onto the ground with a thud. Landing on his side had knocked the wind out of Gil for a moment. Trembling from the pain He lay there. Feeling the cold concrete under his cheek the hound let out a low whimper. After a moment he finally caught his breath. The hound weakly rolled onto his hands and knees. Panting, he looked up at the werewolf. What would Peter do now that he was freed from Gil? “D-Don’t run, P-Peter.” Gil said weakly. He couldn’t take much more of this. “J-Just stop. I n-need to take you back to the PIDA. Y-You are going to hurt someone if you s-stay out here.”

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With the weight off his back, the werewolf stopped shaking. Heavy breathing was leaving the beast as it stayed there. This was tiring, he just wanted to find her. Where was she? Moving his head round, emerald gaze landed upon the bite wound. Even with good healing, there was no harm in trying to clean the wound and thus he started to lick it. Though his ears perked to Guil's weak voice and thus his emerald gaze turned over to him. Peter? Who was Peter?

The werewolf turned his head confused at Guil, ears still perked. Peter....it rang a few bells but not very many. Something that the human knew. Though at being told he'd hurt someone if he stayed out here caused him to become surprise.

"No hurting. Looking for her." The werewolf replied. "Comrade could be in danger, I have to find her."

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Gil released a low growl as he forced himself to stand. The male placed his pale hand onto the cold brick wall. And with whatever strength Gil had left in his legs he used it to push himself onto his feet. Painting, the young hound leaned his back against the wall. Standing there for a moment he grew more confident and went forward. As Gil went to take that step a throbbing pain shot up his leg. “Guah! Damn it!” Wincing, the young hound looked down at his knee. Really, now of all times? His unlucky night seemed to have only gotten worse. First he couldn’t transform and now his knee was making it tough for him to walk. Oh, what a long night this was going to be.

Gritting his teeth from the pain Guillotine was forced to lean back against the wall. All the while he watched the werewolf stand. The beast seemed a bit confused. Peter looked around almost as if he were searching for something? What on earth could he be looking for? Soon Gil found out. The were had been searching for someone this whole time. By the sound of it he was looking for his comrade. Gil thought about this for a moment. He then came to the conclusion that Peter must had been referring to the female he’d met in the woods. It should have been obvious that the female wasn’t there. Then again, the wolf had taken over. Peter’s logical thinking seemed to have been thrown out the window. Hell, the wolf couldn’t even remember his own name! Perhaps she could be in the woods? That sounded like a much better place to check.

Guillotine wouldn’t go out of his way to mention this. The last thing he wanted to do was for the werewolf to run off again. It also didn’t seem that the Peter remembered him from that full moon night. This could very well be because he wasn’t in his hellhound form. Maybe not being able to change was a good thing afterall? No, it still could have helped in this situation. Shaking his head Gil looked back up at Peter and said, “I can help you find your comrade.” Gil began as he forced a smile onto his face. It was good to hear that Peter wasn’t out for blood at least. “I have a really good nose. I can help you track her down.” This was good. Now all he had to do was get the werewolf to trust him. Gil could easily lead him around in circles until the sun came up. This plan was foolproof. Waiting for an answer Gil would glanced back down at his knee. He would have to move from his spot sooner or later. The hellhound would just have to bite the bullet on this one and take the pain. Limping towards the wolf Gil continued. “J-Just trust me alright. I know this city better than anyone.“

God, he could use a smoke.

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Seeing Guil winced, caused the werewolf's ears to twitch in confusion and his head to tilt once more. What was wrong with him? Nothing smelled wrong from the strange man, no wounds to him. So what could be wrong? Guil was right on several things. The comrade he was looking for was the female werewolf from that night in the woods. Peter's logic and pretty much mind was tossed to the side as well, it wasn't really there. Sure bits and pieces of memory, fragments but that was really it that was left over from Peter. Also he didn't recognize Guil from the woods since that he had meet the man in his hellhound form that last full moon.

Though hearing the man say that he could help him find her, the werewolf straightened his head a bit. Confused by his offer. Now why would the man do that? As Guil came closer, the werewolf leaned a bit away. Still suspicious of the man's reasoning. After all, this man had been chasing him since he got free from that human.

"Fine. We go, she might be in woods. Not sure." The werewolf answered.

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Guillotine quickly shook his head when Peter mentioned that they should search the woods. This was just what the hound was afraid of. If they did go to the forest area and the wolf ran off he’d never catch him. “No, she won’t be there.” Gil lied through his fangs. “I-I thought I smelled a female hound in the city not too long ago.” Man, this hound was more gullible than Gil had previously thought. If he actually bought what Gil said the hound was in the clear. Now he had to think of a different place for them to go. A place where there wasn’t many people.

The hellhound stopped to think this over. As he did so he couldn’t help but to notice how Peter was looking at him. The werewolf wasn’t too keen on him getting so close. Just to make him happy Gil took a step back, only to wince in pain. Leaning back against the wall he finally came to a decision. “The last place I smelled that scent was at the junkyard.” Gil was better at lying than he had previously thought.