1 - Combat At Venom

*This is a three part series published as one book. This is part one: Lola's story.*

~Lola’s Point of View~

Everyone has that dream where you’re weightless, floating and free. Only sometimes I wake because I’m getting pulled under, or I fall under the water and can’t get air. Right now I felt that, free and floating but the air, I had all the fresh air I could handle. It was crisp and clean, I wanted more of it. It was as if my lungs were discovering it for the first time.

I felt a cool light breeze caressing my body, it was nice and relaxing. After rain, the smell of grass and trees. I tried to move my hand to wave into the wind but it was stuck. I pulled harder but I quickly realized I couldn’t even feel my hand that well. Like the circulation was cut off. Had I lost my hand? No, don’t be ridiculous Lola. You’re just asleep!

I shook my head and popped my eyes open, what a weird fucking dream. Who dreams that they are floating and that they lost their hand? 

I looked out ahead of me, nothing but darkness. I willed my body forward but couldn’t move. It was only then that reality hit and I realized I could barely feel anything. I looked down and took in rope, practically cutting off the blood supply to my whole … naked body.

‘What the fuck,” I whispered, realizing finally that I was tied up. 

Not only was I tied, my feet weren’t touching the ground. Probably a good five feet from it if I had to guess in just the moonlight. I wiggled my toes, just barely feeling them enough to do so. Just air underneath. 

How long have I been here? How did I get here? Was this still the dream?

The sting in my neck flooded back the memories of a short cut I’d taken in the woods to get to a party. There were wolves. The wolves are real, this isn’t anything weird. But they were. Something very off about them. Like I knew anything about wildlife!

I’d gone down hard, and hit my head on a fallen tree then … nothing.

But where … did they … go and how am I here? I couldn’t understand it.

I had to scream, but what good would that do? Hell it was about all I had at the moment. I couldn’t really make out any other trees close by though, was this some sort of open field? Nobody would hear me out here. But someone would come looking for me, certainly.

My friends! My friends will realize I’m missing, right? No you idiot, and you didn’t even tell them you were going in the woods or what time you were getting to the party. Your parents are gone until tomorrow and you’re currently completely fucked!!

I pulled and tugged with all I had but the ropes were too tight. I was up against some type of beam or tree. A pole maybe. Who undressed me? This just makes no sense! Oh shit, shit shit! 

All this because I wanted to go to that damn party!! Now I’m gonna die out here! Some wolves are gonna pull me limb from limb. My last memories are going to be of me getting dismembered! 

I let go of a hard breath as the tears fell down my cheeks. How did I let this happen? How could I be so stupid?

Literally everything I thought was so important now seemed so incredibly fucking stupid. I was SO stupid! 

There are always tales of abductions, but I didn’t personally know any people who were missing.

“Hello,” I called, but my voice just seemed to carry into the night air. 

I have no idea how much time went by, I watched the moon and the clouds, at least the rain had stopped. After a while the sun began to rise and with a little bit of light I finally made out another pole maybe a half a football field’s length away. There was a girl tied to that one too, and she seemed unconscious, or dead.

“Hey,” I shouted.

“Hey,” a voice said, and I jerked my head in the opposite direction.

Another pole, another girl. What the actual fuck??

“Do you know what the hell is going on, are you from the city, from Auburn,” I asked.

“No, otherside, Springfield,” she yelled.

What? Was it all a trap? But what the hell did the wolves have to do with it??

“My name is Lola Perkins, I was taken … uhm … I think. In the woods on my way to my friend’s house,” I shouted.

“My name is Fiona Bloomington, I was taken in the woods on my way to the movies,” she said.

“How many of us are out here? Do you know what the hell is happening,” I cried.

“I just came to … I … don’t know anything,” she cried.

I jerked my head back to the other female, I could see her better now that the sun was steadily rising. Her dark hair was covering her face so I couldn’t get a good look.

After a few more minutes I heard shouting, men. Lots of men. But I couldn’t see them. They had to be close though. Finally the other girl began to stir and I tried talking to her as well. But all she wanted to do was panic and scream. I wasn’t totally sure I blamed her, but it wasn’t doing her any good. 

Now was the time to keep all your wits about you. 

To do what though?? 

I threw my head back and sighed. I almost couldn’t feel anything anymore, all the circulation to my body was cut off. Oddly enough, I did feel hungry. Typical at a time like this.

The voices grew louder, more angry. My pulse quickened, what was about to happen? My eyes frantically darted everywhere as my heart raced in my ears. Suddenly, the voices were gone. I looked over at Fiona, she was absolutely just as panicked.

“Where did they go,” she shouted. 

I shook my head. Just as I did, growls filled the air, then the pounding of heavy feet. I gasped as all the air left my lungs, completely unable to comprehend what I was seeing. This can’t be real. 

It … cannot … be … real.

A swarm of wolves broke from the trees and fog, snarling and pissed off. They suddenly began fighting each other, with pieces of their bodies being bitten off and thrown. 

They were still very far away but I could make out the sprays of blood, the sheer hatred of each other they felt. It seemed like a few gave up, I noticed some running off.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Are they … fighting over us? Are we their prize,” Fiona shouted.

Blinking, I tried to understand her words, as the realization of them hit me. She was right!! If they got to us, they were claiming us. For what though?? Some freaky sex stuff?? Oh shit!! Ohh shit!!

I frantically tugged at my ropes, with absolute panic and desperation washing over me. What the hell good would it do? I’d only cut myself and likely the blood would entice them all the more. I couldn’t move a centimeter, trying to was totally pointless. 

I watched with complete horror at the reality staring me down. I jerked my head toward the other girl when she finally stopped screaming and it seemed she’d passed out. Hell, that was probably for the best. For her anyhow.

As desperate as I was to get the hell out of here I needed to stay conscious. Blacking out would be fully giving up power, not that I stood a chance against wolves. Or men? Were they the same things?

“Werewolves,” I said, in a whisper. 

No, they don’t exist!! They can’t! My mind raced to some of the books I’d read, movies I’d seen. All the things that go bump in the night your parents warn you about. But come on, werewolves??

It’s the only thing that makes sense.

I gaped with horror as they got closer, but their numbers got smaller. My eyes were drawn to a particularly large black wolf, who seemed to be decimating literally every single animal in his path. He was like a damn machine. 

Please don’t let him get me! 

Oh, did it matter? They were clearly all insane. All wild beasts! 

My mind took things ever further, if they did make me their sex slave would I birth a werewolf? No! Surely not. Right? I shook my head, I couldn’t believe this was happening. It just couldn’t be real!!

I didn’t know what it was, but I simply couldn’t take my eyes off that black wolf. His stature far stood out above the rest, his color the darkest. He attacked without hesitation and killed every one that he lunged at. For some reason though, he didn’t terrify me the way the others did. What am I even saying?

Was it possible there were … nice werewolves? 

I laughed, now fully delusional. I jerked my head to look at Fiona and she was now passed out too. Great! 

I started to count and there were less than a dozen wolves left, I gasped in utter shock as some of the furry bodies in the grass began to turn … into naked men!! 

“Ohh fuck it is real. That’s them! They are … they’re … it’s … oh shit,” I yelled, obviously to no one.

Werewolves. They’re real. They’re real and they’re about to capture me!! What if … what if I tell them I have an STD? 

You don’t want me you big furry freak, I’ll give you the clap! I shook my head. I was really losing it.

My lungs burned with how heavy I was gasping. My chest was too constricted. I felt my strength and energy dwindling. No, no no! 

STAY AWAKE!! STAY AWAKE!!

Before I knew it there were less than six wolves left, and they weren’t fighting now. They were pacing each other, sizing each other up. 

The brown one I was staring at looked at me, actually locked eyes with me and cocked his head to the side. Was he warning me? Picking me out? 

My eyes looked for the big wolf and saw him fighting another. The brown one bolted, running straight at me.

“No! No no no you fucker,” I screamed.

I writhed more against my ropes, I was certain my arms were a bloody mess. I couldn’t make myself stop trying. My mind told me to stop but my body was in absolute fight or flight mode. But really, I couldn’t do either. I was a complete sitting duck.

My eyes stayed locked on the brown wolf as he got closer and closer. I closed them for the briefest of moments, begging God to intervene. To please fucking help me!! But it was obvious there was no help for me. My eyes burst open to now see a naked man running toward me, complete madness in his eyes and on his face. He was filthy, dirty and bloody.

“I told you you were mine,” he yelled, as he began to climb up the pole.. 

He had huge gashes on his body. How was he not bleeding out?? I immediately felt his slippery body and the blood against my skin through the ropes as he moved up my legs.

“Get the fuck off me you freak,” I shrieked, and tried to move my legs as if I were kicking him.

In my mind I was kicking him at any rate! His hand then covered my face, smearing blood on my cheek. I looked away but he grabbed my chin and jerked it toward him.

“I’m about to fuck you in every … single … way possible,” he grinned, with his nasty teeth.

He held up a hand, which suddenly grew claws and I nearly threw up at the sight. This isn’t real. I’m dreaming. I’m hallucinating. I cannot BE REAL!!

He used the claw to begin sawing at my ropes and I whimpered seeing that he was successful with that one. My eyes tried to look past him, but he was too big and kept moving.

“Just look at me, little pup, remember my face. It’s the only one you’re ever gonna see again,” he growled, lunging forward and sucking on the top of my breast that was popping out from the rope. 

I lost it and threw up, my puke falling on him and in his hair. Loud growls were near, but I closed my eyes. I then felt the man moving, like he was struggling to hold onto me. My upchuck didn’t even phase him. My eyes burst open as he began to scream.

“Mine!!! She’s fucking mine,” he yelled, getting in my face.

He opened his mouth and showed me big, sharp and pointy teeth, caked in blood. I nearly threw up again as his hot breath was inches from my face. But I froze completely.

“MINE,” he yelled, and seemed to lunge for my neck. His nasty breath hit me again, and I held my mouth shut, trying not to smell it. It was clear something was below us, and he was fighting it. His teeth just missed my cheek when he fell forward, and I finally exhaled.

When he lunged for my neck a second time I mustered every possible ounce of strength I had, and since I was running on pure adrenaline I hoped it was enough. I pulled my head back and then smashed my forehead against his, hard as hell. 

One of his hands fell away from me as he dangled, clearly in shock. My head instantly throbbed as the pain hit me, I was going to have a massive concussion. I blinked away the blurred vision as a heap of black fur appeared out of nowhere seemingly in midair, and then some massive teeth were in my face again.  

Did he just really jump this high?? Can they do that?! Was I fully delusional now?

I couldn’t close my eyes. I watched with sheer terror and total shock as the wolf’s teeth sank into the man’s neck inches from my eyes. Blood sprayed my whole face, it was warm and thick. I instantly started spitting it out.

I flicked my head quickly and opened one eye when his weight left me, and then I watched as both of their bodies fell to the ground. I gaped in disbelief as the big black wolf tore the man limb from limb, and when he was satisfied he jerked his head up at me. Our eyes locked until I couldn’t fight the heaviness anymore. I finally gave in.